#but joke is on you carver!! YOU'RE /ALL/ LIKE THIS

[v-arbellanaris]

I think if Bethany and Carver both lived, Carver would be a Menace about Bethany's crush on Sebastian, and yet be less cranky about her autonomy in that situation. Like, with f!Hawke, she basically has to call him off. With Bethany, for one reason or another, I think he trusts her more than Marian to make good decisions.

That being said, can you Imagine?

HMMMMM idk if i would go with this. i think one underrated aspect of carver and hawke's relationship in canon is that he's the warrior and hawke is the mage, and he constantly feels like he has to protect hawke - and he is very protective of a mage!hawke. i can't imagine he'd be less protective over bethany - if anything, i imagine he'd be worse about it.

BUT this is what im imagining

he can't win either way!!! bonus content:

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[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

18+ mdni. Smut and jealous reader deciding to cause a little chaos.

Popular bitchy reader grows annoyed over Eddie's attention being directed at the new girl in Hellfire.

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You were used to Eddie's attention being only on you, the both of you driving each other crazy and continuously trading barbs and witty banter.

Robin was deadly serious when she told Steve the latest gossip about you two, that she was sure that your arguing was some weird form of foreplay. Both of you for sure got off on it.

Now though? now you were bored, upset and very pouty. The latter which Eddie secretly loved and it was all because of her, the new girl at Hellfire.

Her name was Kimberly and she was your mortal enemy, or as mortal enemy as one could get in senior year at High School.

At least for this week.

Eddie had of course noticed how pissed you were at him hanging and paying attention to someone other than you. He knew you were jealous and he was waiting for you to admit it.

Meanwhile if you heard Eddie laugh at Kimberly's joke one more time you were going to lose it.

So instead of whining and crying about Eddie being so focused on someone else you decided to distract yourself.

Distraction came in the form of Jason, much to Eddie's fury which made your flirting with Eddie's enemy all the more sweeter. Eddie's rants against the dark side escalated by the day and he takes particular care in calling out Jason, and the "balls he throws into laundry baskets being bigger than Jason's own balls"

It's thrilling watching him be so jealous, serves him right for trying to make you pissed and envious over whatshername.

Eddie finally cracks on Friday and walks over to you all dark eyes and clenched jaw, tense and seething.

"What the fuck are you doing with Carver?" He demands and you take your time answering him.

"Oh, I think it's called flirting" you reply and if it's possible his eyes narrow even more, you peer up at him and act confused.

"Why do you care so much, when you have Katie at your beck and call" the anger leaves his features and he smirks.

Shit you gave away too much. "It's Kimberly, she's new to Hellfire sweetheart. I was just showing her the ropes. Not my fault you're a jealous brat"

You glare at him, gather the things from your locker, take time to apply some lipgloss and watch Eddie grow irritated once again.

"Jason's so much nicer to me than you, I don't know why I even like you so much Edward" you reply to him and he huffs in frustration.

"Are you happy now my attention is back on you princess?, incase you haven't noticed, you're all I think about" He seethes, furious he's confessed his real feelings for you.

Elated you grab your bag and his gaze follows you as you walk out of the school and make your way towards his van, for some privacy.

"Oh I've been so awful Eddie, maybe you'll need to teach me a lesson?" you add in a pout for maximum effect and his control snaps, and he pulls you too him, kisses you until the both of you break away panting from the intensity.

"You are the only person I want. Is that what you want to hear?" Eddie demands but his gaze is a tiny bit softer. Thrilled you kiss him again and tug him inside the van.

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You're so lost in finally being with Eddie, both of you fucking each other until you're both babbling, incoherent messes, that you don't here the knock on Eddie's window.

His van door opens, there's a shriek and you peer up, Kimberly blushes as she takes in the image of you sitting astride Eddie, tits bouncing up and down, both you and Eddie's faces full of bliss.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry, I didn't..." she trails off mortified. You roll your eyes at her babbles and squeeze around Eddie tightly, causing him to moan.

"Eddie's a little busy right now, in fact he's going to be busy with me a lot from now on, so cut the cutesy uwu girl act and back off, kay?" You add sweetly and Kimberly nods rapidly and rushes off.

Eddie is gazing at you torn between amusement and exasperation. "Princess" he chides and you shrug and begin to rock your hips in a way that makes Eddie's eyes glaze over and soft swears leave his mouth.

"Now, where were we?"

[ashwhowrites]

Oh, you're taking requests again? Then I have something for you!

So, we all know Eddie and the rest of Hellfire are bullied and harassed by Jason and his goons. And even Eddie himself says he's a runner, not a fighter. But ... what if his girlfriend was? What if she comes and steps between Jason and Eddie just before it gets ugly and with a few well placed punches and kicks sends Jason to his knees - getting his ass beaten by a girl.

I train kickboxing myself and I know I would never stand Idly by and watch my beloved boy get beaten.

And I think Eddie would find it rather hot :)

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I agree, as a person who is very protective of my partner, this would definitely be me.

Fighting girlfriend

Jason Carver picked on Eddie because he knew Eddie would never defend himself. Eddie was the perfect target. Eddie let it slide since Jason never got physical. He could handle the verbal abuse, and shrug off his comments and insults. Eddie was happy in his life and Jason wasn't going to ruin that.

Once Jason found out Eddie got a girlfriend, he became even more of a pain in Eddie's ass. Jason followed him around, making jokes that his girlfriend was imaginary since no one had seen her. Eddie rolled his eyes, tired of explaining over and over that she went to college.

Jason was on Eddie's back all day, but Eddie didn't care because his girlfriend was visiting for the weekend.

"Excited to see your fake girlfriend?" Jason joked, a smirk on his face as his friends laughed.

"She's real and yes I am. Why don't you go make out with one of your little fuck boys behind the bleachers." Eddie snapped, rolling his eyes as he walked to the parking lot. But Jason and his friends followed behind.

"Funny, Munson. But we all know you're trying to cover the fact your girlfriend is fake."

"who's girlfriend?" Y/N asked, a smile on her face as she walked up to Eddie. She took in the jocks in front of her, recognizing who they were.

"Oh great. You must be Jason and the goons?" She asked, Jason growled as Eddie laughed.

"What's a girl like you doing with trailer trash, Munson? You could have a real man like me." Jason smirked, eyeing her up and down.

Eddie clenched his jaw at Jason's words. Stepping up to Jason's face. "Don't talk to her and don't look at her."

"Oh, why not? Even I have to admit your girlfriend is smoking hot. Pretty face, sexy legs, and mhhm I bet she tastes good." Eddie growled at Jason, anger growing as he disrespected his girlfriend.

"Shut up before you regret it," Eddie warned.

"Or what? You won't do shit. You don't fight back. You are a fucking loser and good at nothing. Absolutely worthless. Bet your girl here fucks the whole bar just to get one good or-" Jason's words were cut off when a fist landed across his face.

Jason's head snapped to the side as he held his jaw. But Eddie looked as shocked as he did. That's when Jason noticed Y/N now stood between them, anger in her eyes as she breathed heavily.

"Don't you ever disrespect him again and don't you ever say shit about our relationship." She warned. But Jason just laughed. She looked at Eddie over her shoulder.

"Fucking pussy. Got your bitch fighting your battles."

Eddie watched in amusement as Y/N kneed Jason in the stomach, the second he dropped to his knees she landed another punch across his face. Jason fell against the concrete as blood fled out of his nose. All his friends dropped down to check on him.

"PSYCHO BITCH!" he screamed.

Eddie quickly grabbed her hand and ran when teachers began to come running out. They laughed as they ran.

"THAT WAS AMAZING!" Eddie screamed, grabbing Y/N and hiding behind a tree. He looked around the tree to see the teachers helping Jason stand up.

"No one talks to you like that." She said shrugging. "Protect my baby any day." A kiss was placed on Eddie's cheek.

"You were so badass and so fucking hot," Eddie growled, pressing his body against hers as she rested against the tree.

"Hm yeah? Like when psycho bitch protects you?" She teased, her hand sliding down his body to his belt.

"What kind of tricks does a psycho bitch have to take care of a different kind of threat?" Eddie joked, grabbing her hand to cup his hard-on.

"Gladly show you."

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[witchwrestler]

I Eat Boys

warnings // Jason being a creep but that's literally it

summary: 10 things I hate about you inspired little blurb bc I got bored

note: reblogs are appreciated and encouraged!! if you like this i will gladly do another part, this was v fun to write !!!

part 2

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You'd always been what most in the small shoebox town of hawkins would call a "feminist bitch", and according to most of the men who ask you out as a joke in the hallways, you've been more rageful than usual. You had one boyfriend during your high-school career thus far. It was freshman year and the product of being told that if a boy was being mean to you, surely that means he likes you. It ended after four months, after his failed attempt at getting in your pants.

It took you much longer than you'd like to admit to heal from that fiasco, and when you had finally declared yourself happy again, you cut your hair short, bought a pair of doc martens you'd always wanted and decided you would swear men off for a while. Not to say they were even approaching you, it seems the moment you had grown into yourself and stopped caring, men wanted nothing to do with you.

That is, until a very cold and rainy saturday. You had gone to the record store across from family video to buy the new metallica 'master of puppets'. As per usual the music blaring from your beat up jeep was some form of loud aggressive feminist punk rock, and as you turned into the parking lot, what seemed like the entire hawkins cheer team parked next to you. Too fast you thought, their happy Duran Duran playing selves turned into four cheerleaders looking at you like you were deranged. You scowled back at them and walked into the record store.

You spotted the metallica immediately and walked over to the metal section.

Only you weren't the only one grabbing the cassette, right as you very nearly got your hands on it, a pair of silver-clad fingers snatched it. You looked up, shooting a glare at him. He had long curly brown hair, the sickest dio tour shirt on, a guitar pick hanging on a chain around his neck and chains hanging from his jeans. This is the first time you had felt almost upstaged by a man, you think to yourself before speaking. "I really thought I was the only one who liked metal in this shitty town, do I have competition now?" You say, leaning forward over the display separating you. He looked at you a moment, a smile on his face, "it would seem you do" you smile back at him, and grab another cassette from in front of you before walking to the front to pay.

As you leave you turn back around, finding him still standing at the metal section, his eyes meeting yours again. "I am jealous as hell of that dio shirt, by the way." You say, walking out to your car.

The rain had stopped but it was still chilly outside, so you pulled your brown leather jacket closer to keep warm. You hadn't noticed that someone was following behind you until they whistled at you. You turned on your heel, immediately angry. Jason carver and his raging case of dickface disease stood before you, walking towards you like he was entitled to you or something.

" Carver, if you don't walk away right now, I'll kick your sorry ass," you say, backing slowly towards your car and crossing your arms. "A girl? kick my ass? keep dreaming, hon." He says, inching towards you. "Look, I wouldn't mind a reason to hit you, but I doubt you're gonna wanna go tell your fucking goon squad that you got your ass beat by a woman, huh?" You say, nothing but a blank expression on your face. He gets too close for comfort, a hand brushing your thigh. "so you're a feisty one, hm?" he says, his hand now squeezing your thigh, your fist clenching at his touch. You let out a sarcastic laugh just to say, "Carver, I fucking eat boys like you for breakfast. You're all talk, no bite." a smirk paints his face as he pushes you onto the door of your car, "isn't that why you went to juvie, freak?" he says. Clearly, he thought that the freak bit would cut deep, but you weren't about to let someone like him get under your skin.

"Yeah." That wasn't true. You have never even been near a juvenile detention center. But your last straw had been pulled, and you would rather he be scared of you than have him actually figure you out. "And pathetic, mysoginistic, disrespectful boys like you were my favorite kind." You say, pushing him off of you. His eyes got big with fear, scrambling away as he ran to his car, eyes flicking to you nervously. You let out a sigh of relief "fucking, men." you mumbled under your breath, finishing the walk to your car.

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Little did you know, that head of curly hair and hands clad with silver, who grabbed the same album as you, had tried to catch up to you after you complimented his shirt. You hadn't noticed him watch your little scramble. And you hadn't noticed the smirk that grew on his face as he saw you scare carver off. And you didn't know that he had regretted not asking your name, and that now he feared he might never know it.

[mommymlkrs]

~ You Can’t Escape Destiny ~

~ Summary: Sam, Dean, and Y/n come across a profit writing books word for word off of their lives. They seek out the writer and he tells them something they may not have wanted to hear. Do they really want to try and escape destiny though?

~ Pairings: Sam Winchester x Fem Reader

~ Warnings: Smut, this is also very long.

*Based off of Season 4 Episode 18* *Spoilers*

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The bell dings as Sam and Dean enter the comic book store after being sent on a possible hunt by Castiel. They both make their way to the guy at the front counter in their black and white suits posing as FBI agents.

“Uh can I help you?” The worker says confused.

“Sure hope so, agents DeYoung and Shaw, just need to ask you a few questions.” Dean holds up his badge.

“See anything strange in the building the last couple of days?” Sam pipes in.

“Like what?”

“Strange noises? Any skittering in the walls? kind of like rats?”

“And the FBI is investigating a rodent problem?” The guy asks suspiciously.

“What about cold spots? Feel any sudden drops in temperature?” Sam keeps nagging.

The worker looks like the lightbulb in his head suddenly flickered on as a smile creeps on his face.

“I knew it! You guys are LARP-ing, aren’t you?”

“Excuse me.” Dean says offended.

“You’re fans!”

“Fans of what?”

“What is LARP-ing?” They both question.

“Like you don’t know.” Still finding a bright smile on his face, Sam and Dean both look at him with confusing looks.

“Live-Action role playing, and pretty hardcore too!” He exclaims pointing towards their suits making them both look down.

“Sorry, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You guys are asking questions like the building is haunted. Like those guys from the books. Oh what are their names..” He explains as he tries to remember.

“Supernatural.” The guy recalls as Sam and Dean are both utterly confused.

“Two guys use fake Id's with rock aliases, hunt down ghosts, demons, vampires." He tells them. Sam and Dean both give each other confusing looks.

"What are their names? Uhh, Steve and Dirk? Sal and Dane?"

"Sam and Dean?" Sam questions.

"That's it!"

"You're saying this is a book?"

"Books, it was a series." He corrects.

"Didn't sell a lot of copies though, kind of an underground cult following."

"Let's see uhh" The worker jumps up and searches for the series within his store. Both Sam and Dean follow as he searches through the bargain bin.

"Oh yeah, that's the first one I think." He hands the book to Dean."

"Supernatural by Carver Edlund." Dean reads the title continuing when he flips the book over.

"Along a lonely California highway, a mysterious woman in white lures men to their deaths."

"Give me that." Sam grabs the book from Dean frantically scanning the book.

"We're gonna need all the copies of Supernatural you got."

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Back at the motel, Sam is seated at a desk researching on his computer, Dean is sitting on one bed reading one of their new found books, and Y/n is lying on her stomach on the other bed already starting the second in the series.

"This is freaking insane. How's this guy know all this stuff?" Dean perks up.

"You got me." Sam replies.

"everything is in here. I mean everything. To the racist truck to me having sex. I'm full frontal in here." Dean explains.

"Those were some of the best parts." Y/n chimes in joking. Both Sam and Dean look at Y/n with weird looks. Although Y/n never takes her eyes away from the words on the page she can just imagine their faces so she smirks.

"How come we haven't heard of them before?" Dean says Ignoring Y/n's comment.

"They're pretty obscure. I mean, almost zero circulation. Uhh started in 05. Publisher put out a couple dozen before going bankrupt. And the last one, 'No Rest for the Wicked ends with you going to hell." Sam faces the laptop to Dean once he sits down next to him.

"Well, I reiterate. Freaking insane. Oh and check it out, there's actually fans. Not many of them, but still. Did you read this Sam?"

"Yup."

"Really? Oh my god, you guys are like famous!" Y/n gets up to look over Dean's shoulder at the laptop.

"For fans, they do complain a lot. Listen to this. Simpatico says 'The demon story line is trite, clichéd and overall craptastic.' Yeah well screw you Simpatico, we lived it."

Y/n starts to laugh and points to the screen to read it out.

"There are Sam girls, Dean girls and Sam / Dean fans.”

"What does that mean?" Dean asks.

"As in.. Together." Answers Sam.

"Like together together?"

"Yeah."

"They do know we're brothers right?" Dean says wide eyed.

"It doesn't seem to matter."

"Oh come on. That’s just sick."

"This just keeps getting better and better." Y/n giggles.

"Oh don't worry Y/n, there's some of you too." Sam smirks.

Y/n goes wide eyed and her face heats up in embarrassment.

"I take it back, this is definitely too weird."

"Oooh look at that, 'Y/n and Sam ge-" Y/n shuts the laptop closed immediately and releases a breath she didn't know she was holding while Dean chuckles at her action.

"We gotta find this Carver Edlund."

"But how?" Y/n questions Sam.

"I don't know. No tax records, no known address. Looks like Carver Edlund is a pen name."

"Someone's gotta know who he is." Dean replies.

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"So you published the Supernatural books?" Sam questions the woman.

"Yup, gosh these books. You know they never really got the attention they deserved. All anybody wants to read anymore is that romance crap."

Both Sam and Dean give Y/n side glances knowing that's all Y/n ever reads.

"What?" Y/n whispers looking back and forth between them.

"Well, we're hoping that our article can shine a light on an underappreciated series." Sam looks back to the woman.

"Yeah, if we got a little bit of good press, then maybe we could start publishing again."

"No, no, no, no. God no. I mean why would you wanna do that? You know, it's such a complete series... What with Dean going to hell and all." Dean tries to explain.

"Oh my god, that was one of my favourite ones! Because Dean was so strong and sad and brave, and Sam, I mean, in ‘Heart’, when Sam had to kill Madison, the first girl since Jessica he really loved.." She says so excitedly.

"Totally agree, and Y/n, right guys? Personally I think she was one of the best characters." Y/n says trying not to be left out.

"Yeah.. I mean she could definitely use some character growth but she added to the story." Y/n was definitely offended by that, but the woman continued.

"I really wish I could've seen what happened with her and Sam though."

"Her and Sam?" Sam questioned her statement not understanding.

"Yeah, you know, there was definitely something between them. You guys finished the books right?"

Both Y/n and Sam's faces started to heat up trying to look anywhere but at the people in the room.

"Yeah, yeah, totally! Great books." Dean chimes in.

"How do I know you 3 are legit? Hm?" She points a finger at them.

"Oh trust me, we're legit."

"Well I don't want any smart ass article making fun of my boys." She sits down behind her desk.

"No, no, no." The 3 quickly say in sync.

"We would never." Y/n adds.

"We are actually uhm big fans, read the books cover to cover."

"What's the year and model of the car?" Clearly trying to test them.

"1967 Chevy Impala." Dean says like a proud dad.

"What's May 2nd?"

"That's my-" Y/n quickly shoves Sam's foot.

"Uhh that's Sam's birthday." Sam says correcting his mistake.

"January 24th is Dean's." Dean quickly slides that in there.

"And (your birthday) is Y/n's, i-if you wanted to know."

"Sam's score on the LSAT?" Both Y/n and Dean look at Sam.

"One... Seventy four.?"

"Dean's favourite song?"

"It's a tie. Between Zep's 'Rambling On' and 'Travelling Riverside Blues.’”

"Okay, okay. What do you wanna know?" She smiles.

"What's Carver Edlunds real name?" Sam questions.

"Oh no, no, sorry I can't do that."

"We just wanna talk to him. You know get the Supernatural story in his own words."

"He's very private."

"Please." Sam pleads.

"Like we said.. We are very big fans." Y/n explains rolling up her sleeve to show her anti-posessing tattoo eyeing Sam and Dean to do the same. They both unbutton their shirts showing their tattoo's placed on their chest.

"Awesome." The woman says nervously obviously eyeing their chests. Y/n can't help but roll her eyes.

"You know what? One sec." She pulls down her pants to show her ass. And it just so happens to be the same tattoo. Y/n makes an uncomfortable noise from her throat and coughs to interrupt the weirdness.

"Wow, you are a fan." Dean says without removing his eyes from her tattoo.

"Hah, okay, well here, his name is Chuck Shurley. And he's a genius. So don't piss him off." She explains while writing down the information.

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All 3 of them get out of the car and head to the house.

"You know what? Maybe this guy can see our futures.” Y/n says as a joke.

"Yeah, he probably has a crystal ball too." Dean making a sarcastic comment as always.

"Ha ha Dean. Lighten up once in awhile, it's just a joke." Sam chuckles at her nagging.

"See, Sam laughed, it's probably because I'm funny." She speaks while skipping on a few steps to get beside them. When she reaches them, Sam’s hand and hers accidentally touch, startling them.

"Or because you can't keep up with us, short legs." Dean remarks once making it to the porch. Dean presses the doorbell and after a few seconds a guy with brown scruffy hair opens the door squinting at them like a vampire who hasn't seen light in days.

“You Chuck Shurley?” Dean asks.

“The Chuck Shurley who wrote the Supernatural books?” Sam seconds.

“Maybe, why?” The scruffy vampire man replies suspiciously. Y/n steps up between the boys.

“I’m Y/n, this is Sam and Dean. The ones you’ve been writing about.” She explains pointing at them. The man shuts the door so Y/n raises her arm and pounds on the door. Once again the man appears in the doorway.

“Look uh, I appreciate your enthusiasm. Really, I do. It’s always nice to hear from the fans. But for your own good, I strongly suggest you get a life.” Y/n scoffs at that and stops the door when the man tries to shut it.

“So here’s the thing, Chuck. We have a life, you’ve been using it to write your books, and I’m not in the mood for crap today.” Y/n perks up and walks into his house. The brothers both look at each other not expecting that from her.

“Wait a minute, this isn’t funny.” The man stutters.

“Damn straight, it’s not funny.” Dean starts to get mad.

“Look, we just want to know how you’re doing it?” Sam asks obviously being the nice cop here.

“I’m not doing anything!”

“Are you a hunter?”

“What? No, I’m a writer.”

“Then how do you know so much about demons and tulpas and changelings?” Dean pressures.

“Is this some kind of Misery thing? It is isn’t it? It’s a Misery thing.”

“This is not a Misery thing.” Y/n chimes in.

“Believe me, we are not fans.” Explains Dean.

“Well then what do you want?”

“I’m Sam, this is Dean, and that’s Y/n.”

“Sam, Dean and Y/n are all fictional characters. I made them up. They’re not real!”

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Dean opens up the Impala’s trunk.

“Are those real guns?” Chuck asks.

“Yup, this is real rock salt, these are real fake Id’s.”

“Believe us now?” Says Y/n.

“Uh, I gotta hand it to you guys. You really are my number one fans. That’s awesome, so.. I think I got some posters in the house.” Chuck dabbles and walks back to his house.

“Chuck stop!” Deans yells.

“Wait, please, please don’t hurt me.”

“How much do you know? About the angels or Lilith breaking the seals?” Asks Sam.

“Wait a minute, how do you know about that?”

“How do you?” Y/n questions.

“Cause I wrote it.”

“You kept writing?” Questions Y/n again, curious.

“Even after the publisher went bankrupt. But those books never came out.” The 3 look at each other then Chuck.

“Okay wait wait wait, this is some kind of joke right? Did that- Did Phil put you up to this?” He laughs pointing to his left.

“Well nice to meet you. I’m Dean Winchester, this is my brother, Sam, and that’s Y/n Y/L/n.”

“Last names were never in the books. I never told anybody about that. I never even wrote that down.”

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After talking more with Chuck, they all head to the Laundromat.

“‘I’m sitting in a Laundromat, reading about myself in a Laundromat, reading about myself-‘ my head hurts.” Dean recites the paper.

“There’s gotta be something this guys not telling us.” Sam says putting his laundry in the machine.

“‘Sam tossed his gigantic darks into the machine. He was starting to have doubts about Chuck. Whether he was telling the whole truth.’”

“Stop it.” Sam now annoyed.

“‘Stop it’ Sam said.’ Guess what you do next. ‘Sam turned his back on Dean. His face brooding and pensive.’ I mean I don’t know how but this guy is doing it.”

“Yeah I mean those are definitely his brooding and pensive shoulders.” Y/n responds to Dean.

“See, I knew you were gonna say that, and Sam just thought I was a dick. As well as Y/n daydreaming about Sam’s ass.” This caught Y/n’s attention.

“It does not say that!”

“I’m pretty sure it does, look-ey here” Dean waves the paper in Y/n’s face.

“Gimme that.” Y/n scootches over to Dean on the bench to grab the paper but he waves it around out of her reach.

“Oh my god, you are so childish Dean.”

“Says the one embarrassed she got caught starin’.” Reading off the paper again, Y/n snatches the paper, crumples it and throws it in the trash.

“You gotta admit, the guys good.” Sam chuckles and tries to ignore the previous conversation.

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Back at the house trying to get more information, Chuck holds more paper.

“So you wrote another chapter?” Asks Sam.

“This was all so different before you were real.”

“We need whatever you can tell us to figure this out so just spit it out.” Y/n perks up.

“Okay, uhm this might be a little uncomfortable, but you asked so.” The 3 share glances across the room from where Dean is sitting on a chair and Sam and Y/n are sitting on the couch. Chuck sits on a stool, puts his glasses on and begins to read, obviously seeming like he doesn’t like to read his work out loud.

“‘Y/n grabs him by the edges of his unzipped jacket pulling him closer to her when he hungrily smashes his lips on hers like a wave of relief, a desire fulfilled.’ Chuck stops reading to look at the 3, who’s faces are utterly confused to see if he should read on. Y/n just knows her face is red as a tomato when she starts to feel very uncomfortable at the mention of her name. Chuck starts to read on.

“‘Sam’s hands grab her hips trying to get impossibly clos-‘“

“Okay, I don’t think we need that much information..” Sam cuts Chuck off feeling embarrassed and very sweaty at the moment. Dean chuckles at the very obvious uncomfortableness in the room.

“It’s just a draft..” Chuck states. Y/n stands from the couch.

“I’m uh super thirsty actually, do you have any water Chuck?”

“Y-Yeah, I’ll uhm go get some.”

“Great, I’ll come with you.” Y/n follows trying to leave the awkwardness as fast as possible.

Sam starts to laugh.

“What’re you laughing at?” Dean questions.

“Nothing, nothing, its just, Y/n and me? In bed?”

“Who are you trying to convince here?” Dean smirks.

“Don’t worry, I definitely don’t see you’re guys’ little glances and hand touches, and staring at the other when the other isn’t looking type of deal.”

“Dean.”

“What?” Dean says innocently causing Sam to roll his eyes.

“Bitch.”

“Jerk.”

Y/n and Chuck walk back into the room with her glass of water.

“Thank you.” Y/n says kindly avoiding eye contact with Sam as she sits on the couch but a little farther away this time trying not to make it more awkward.

“How does this whole psychic thing work?” Dean asks Chuck.

“You mean my process?”

“Yes. Your process.”

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“Come on.” Sam starts while they’re all in the Impala.

“‘The minivan accident wasn’t that bad. But Dean was still seeing stars, he scratched absently at the pink flower Band-Aid on his face..’” Y/n giggles at that from the backseat.

“So?” Questions Dean.

“So I’ve seen you gushing blood. You use duct tape and bar rags before you’d put on a pink flower Band-Aid.”

“What’s your point?”

“My point is this, all this is totally implausible. It’s nuts.”

“He’s been right about everything, you think he’ll ground out at first now?”

“‘Dean slid behind the wheel of his beloved Impala and drove off, the plastic tarp on the rear window flapping like the wings of a crow.’”

“Can we stop with these papers? Our lives aren’t a script we have to follow, reading off of these isn’t gonna help with anything right now except make you guys argue.” Y/n put her hands on the seat and leaned forward glancing between them.

“Yeah whatever, you just don’t wanna come across another part with you and Sam.” Dean smirks.

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Back at the motel Dean still seemed to have questions.

“I’m gonna go outside and try to see if I can contact Cas.”

“Don’t leave me in here Dean!” Y/n whisper yells.

“Sam’s in the shower, I’ll be like 10 minutes tops Y/n. Just don’t go hopping in there with him.” Dean smirks and shuts the door to the room.

Y/n decides to get comfy so she sits on the bed, back against the headboard and watches whatever she can find on the tv. After watching the clock, it had been 10 minutes exactly when she heard the bathroom door open. Sam walked out, damp hair and water dripping down his body with only a towel hanging on his waist. Y/n found herself staring.

“Oh, uhm I thought I heard the door close, I assumed you left with Dean.” Sam explained gathering up his clean clothes.

“He said he would be like 10 minutes, just wanted to contact Cas.”

“Oh okay.” Sam said nervously heading back to the bathroom to change. After a few minutes the bathroom door opened again and this time he had pants on but still no shirt.

“Could you uh pass me that shirt beside you?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, here.” She tossed him his shirt. He raised his arms and put his shirt on. Y/n swore she almost drooled. Sam came and sat down across from Y/n on the other bed facing her. She sat up and put her feet on the floor.

“Listen, about earlier..” Sam started as he scratched his neck. Remembering back to earlier Y/n laughed, noticing how funny it actually was.

“Which part? There was so many.” She giggled referring to all the awkward times people said something about them being together. Sam laughed too at that.

“Yeah, I just don’t want that to make things awkward between us, it’s kinda felt that way since earlier.”

“Yeah, I felt that too. But maybe Chuck was wrong? I’ve always believed we write our own futures, so fuck destiny. If we don’t feel what everyone is saying we should feel, then so what?” Sam laughed and nodded his head.

“I agree.” At that, Y/n smiled and stood up to hug Sam.

“See? All better, we can feel how we wanna feel.”

“So I can feel that I wanna tickle you?” Sam smiled and Y/n immediately gasped and tried to run away but Sam grabbed her waist and started tickling.

“SAM! I swear if you don’t stop!” Sam pushed her back onto the other bed stopping her from squirming away.

“You swear what?” Sam stopped tickling her but held her hips to the bed still. After a few moments, Y/n caught her breath but didn’t know what to say. She looked back and forth between his eyes and lips and so did Sam. Suddenly they heard voices and sat up quickly. Dean walked through the door.

“I don’t even wanna know. C’mon we are getting out of here.” Dean stated.

“What where?” Asked Sam.

“Anywhere, okay? Out of this Motel, out of this town. I don’t care if we gotta swim. We are getting out.” Dean started packing his bag.

“Why aren’t you guys moving?” Dean raised his voice.

“Listen, Chuck is not a psychic. He’s a prophet.”

“What?” Y/n stood up.

“Cas showed up. And apparently, Chuck is writing the gospel of us. Now let’s get the hell out of here.”

“It’s the middle of the night Dean, the road out of here is cut off, we can’t leave.” Y/n walked towards him.

“Fine. We are leaving as soon as the road out of here opens up.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” Dean repeated.

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That night, Dean some how ended up getting his own bed and Y/n got the other bed while Sam was stuck with the couch after very much debate between him and Y/n.

Y/n slowly opened her eyes to find it was still dark outside, she found herself thirsty so she got up to grab a water bottle out of the fridge but only found beer. ‘Liquid is liquid I guess’ she thought. Once her eyes adjusted to the room, her eyes found themselves on Sam, quietly laughing at how gigantic he was with his legs hanging off the end of the couch. She looked over to Dean but he wasn’t there.

“Dean?” She asked like he was suddenly gonna appear. She quickly made her way over to Sam shaking his shoulders to wake him up.

“Sam? Sam!” He groaned as he awoke.

“Deans not in his bed.”

“What?” Sam questioned Y/n.

‘Oh my god, his morning voice.’ Y/n thought.

“I don’t know where he is. The Impala is still outside and all of his stuff is here.”

Sam stood up to see Dean was in-fact not in his bed. ‘He doesn’t have a shirt on too? Oh my, what this man does to me.’ Y/n thought.

“Maybe he went for a walk?” Said Sam obviously too tired at the moment to focus.

“I don’t know Sam.” Sam took a step closer to Y/n to get her attention.

“Y/n, I’m sure he just went to the bar across the street or something. Let’s just go back to sleep and when we wake up I’m telling you he will be here. If he’s not, we can take as many precautions as you’d like.”

“Fine.” At that Sam took another step closer to put his fingers on her chin turning her head up to him.

“Y/n.” Sam said sternly knowing she was worried.

“It’s okay Sam, if you think he’s fine, I believe you.” Y/n explained placing her fingers on his hand. Sam smiled at that.

“Goodnight Y/n.” Sam said softly leaving her touch.

“Are you sure about that couch Sam? You didn’t look too comfortable… You can sleep in my bed if you want, I really don’t mind.” Y/n said calmly trying to act as chill as possible as she climbed in under the covers.

“You sure?”

“Just get in Sam.” She smiled at him. Sam made his way over to the side of the bed and hesitantly got under the covers as well. Y/n turned over to face Sam still smiling.

“What?” He smiled at her.

“You’re so warm, the bed was so cold before.” Y/n said, thoughts racing.

“I’ll gladly be your heater anytime Y/n.” She loved when he said her name. She shuffled a bit closer not wanting to roll off the bed during the night. At that, Sam slowly reached his hand up to brush her hair out of her face behind her ear. At the action, Y/n’s cheeks turned pink, thankful it was dark so he didn’t notice.

After a moment of staring into each others eyes, both of their gazes flickered back and forth from their eyes to each others lips. Sam leaned in slowly not wanting to accidentally get the wrong idea. His lips grazed hers and after realization Y/n pressed her lips to his. A slow kiss made faster in the moment turning his hand on her hip and hers on his cheek.

They both separated taking heavy breaths, echoing through the motel room. Y/n smirked and pulled him closer once again intertwining their mouths and pressing their bodies as close as possible to each other. Sam put both hands on her hips now turning them over so he was on top, he started kissing her jawline and down her neck giving them a break to breathe. Y/n put her hands through his hair as Sam looked up at her.

“I remember you saying ‘fuck destiny.’” Sam smirked.

“And I remember you agreeing. So shut up and kiss me Winchester.” She smiled at him and brought him up to her face connecting their lips. Sam tugged at the edge of her oversized shirt making her lean up off the bed so he could pull it off finding her without a bra. He instantly went to sucking her chest and twisting her other nipple. Y/n let out a moan and Sam smiled against her chest switching to give each the same attention.

He went back to her mouth and Y/n found the draw string to his sweatpants undoing the bow tugging at them. Sam got the hint and detached their mouths to kneel and take off his pants. He slowly reached for Y/n’s shorts and looked up at her. She smiled and nodded so he continued to pull them off her. He rubbed his fingers against her covered heat.

“Your so wet.” Sam noticed and smiled at her.

“All for you.” Y/n spoke up. Sam then hooked his fingers on either side of her hips pulling her underwear down and off. She whined at the cool air hitting her suddenly. Sam leaned down toward her heat spreading her legs with his hands and licking a stripe up her slit. Y/n moaned at his action so Sam did it again liking the sweet sounds she made. He then started sucking on her clit harshly making her squeal and try to shut her legs around his head so Sam reached both his arms under and around her thighs keeping them open for him.

He started moving his mouth around more chasing her to moan and stick her hands back in his hair pulling and tugging.

“Sam pleasee.” Y/n moaned.

“Please what? Tell me what you need sweetheart.” Sam replied against her pussy.

“I- I need more!” At that, Sam unhooked one of his arms from her thigh and stuck his finger in her hole. Y/n screamed at the sudden movements. Sam roughly moved his finger in and out adding a second one still sucking her clit.

“I- I’m gonna-“ Y/n tried to tell him.

“That’s it, cum on my fingers sweetie.” At the nickname, Y/n came on his fingers a moaning mess. Still thrusting, he let her come down from her high.

Sam sucked her juices off his fingers coming off with a pop.

“You taste so good.” Sam stated crawling back up to her to intertwine their lips. They broke apart as Y/n tugged his boxers down finding his hard cock.

“You’re so big.” Said Y/n, almost drooling. Sam chuckled and turned her on her stomach with her ass in the air. Sam stuck his arm around to her face.

“Spit.” Y/n did as told and Sam brought his hand back to stroke his cock a few times. He put one hand on her ass spreading her open for him and the other hand guiding his dick in her wet hole. He slowly went in as Y/n started to whine.

“C’mon, you can fit me honey.” She moaned at his deep soothing voice and Sam bottomed out giving her a second to adjust before he pulled out, back in, and started slamming into her from behind with both hands on her hips now bringing her hips to meet his. Their moans and groans filled the room along with the slapping of their hips.

“Sam-“ Y/n moaned into the bed gripping the sheets. Sam grabbed both her arms and pinned her wrists behind her back grunting as he pounded harder. Y/n started to whine loudly and he felt her clench causing him to roll his head back.

“You gonna cum baby?” He said to her reaching his fingers down to massage her clit.

“Mhmm.” She moaned out not being able to form words. He let go off her wrists, grabbing a fist of hair instead making her uncontrollably moan as well as her eyes rolling back in her head. Sam stopped his movement on her clit and let go of her hair before pulling out quickly to flip her body around. Her back now on the bed he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder immediately putting his cock back into her wet cunt causing her to whimper and scream. Sam leaned down grabbing the sides of her face in his palms and kissed her. While pulling away from her lips he started pounding into her like never before shaking the bed. They stared into each others eyes mouths wide open moaning. Y/n’s eyes started to get heavy and started to stutter.

“Sam, I’m-“ Sam knew what she was trying to say and continued fucking into her.

“I know baby. Cum for me.” He said between breaths feeling her starting to clench around him. Y/n moaned his name all the way through her orgasm.

“Good girl.” Y/n then began to shake at the over stimulation.

“Sammy- I ca-“

“Just a little longer sweetie, you can do it.” He reassured her and let go of her head to pound into her a little more when his thrusts started getting sloppy and his dick began to twitch. His cum shot into her causing them to both moan. He carefully pulled out and leaned down on top of her to kiss her swollen lips. She ran her fingers through his hair while both of them panted to calm down and catch their breathe. Sam lied down next to her on his side, pulled her into him by her waist and kissed the top of her head.

“I guess we can’t really escape destiny huh?” Sam joked and Y/n looked up at him kissing him again.

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Y/n’s eyes began to open immediately putting her hand up to block the bright sunlight. She looked around to find Sam’s arm draped over her waist and Dean’s bed still empty. Sam awoke from her movement.

“Hi.” Sam said fluttering his eyes open.

“Hi.” She replied smiling at him. Suddenly the motel room door opened and in walked Dean landing his eyes on them.

“So, destiny huh guys?” Dean smirked. Sam’s cheeks went pink and Y/n grabbed her pillow and tossed it at Dean.

“Hey! Watch the coffee grumpy.” Dean remarked.

“Where were you last night?” Y/n asked ignoring his comment.

“Just at the bar. Why? Seems like your guys’ minds were somewhere else.” Dean placed the coffees down and widened his eyes at the pair.

“Couch comfy Sam?” Dean asked, obviously amused. Sam just rolled his eyes at his joking behaviour.

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Best Friends Birthday

Eddie Munson x Reader / EM One Shot

Summary: You and Eddie have been friends for years, its your birthday and he has a special surprise for you.

Words: 2646

warnings: fluff, swearing,

Notes: I've had this in my head for a while but never had the time to write it so I hope you enjoy<3

You and Eddie have been friends since middle school. You never grew up in Hawkins, you moved from Ohio when you were about 10 years old. Eddie was your first friend, the first person to talk to you. Since then, you have been inseparable, always by each other's side, hanging out each other's homes, being there for each other through breakups and what not. You both grew up together, your parents were good friends with Wayne, always inviting him and Eddie to vacations and family BBQ’s. You’d been through a lot together over the years.  

Wayne loved you like a daughter he never had, he would always call you ‘trouble’ and scruff your hair up when you saw him, he adored you. You were always at their trailer growing up, you preferred it there, it felt more like home than your actual home. You never felt like you belonged at home, always being told ‘act more like your older sister’. You didn’t want to, you wanted to be your own person.  

It was senior year for both of you at Hawkins High, Eddie was sure he was going to graduate this year. You were basically his tutor since he wasn’t all that bright, but you didn’t care. Over the past year things have been a little different between you and Eddie. He was now the schools drug dealer and labelled as the freak, which gained a lot more attention than normal. More girls wanted him, more boys wanted to pick on him. You were always there for him. Through his outbursts at his trailer over Jason Carver calling him stupid names to him playing sad love songs on the guitar when his 3-week relationship broke off after a girl asked him out for a joke. You though, you never had eyes for anybody but Eddie. You never told him, never told anybody in fact. You didn’t want to ruin years of friendship, you didn’t think Eddie would like you anyway, you didn’t think you were his type. Sure, you were always a metalhead, liked DnD, liked horror movies but you thought girls like Chrissy Cunningham were more his type, as you’ve seen him drool over her several times in the last 2 weeks. You just admired Eddie from a far, writing notes in your diary about how much you want to kiss him and be his forever. Eddie always flirted with you, always called you his ‘sweetheart’ or ‘princess’, they always made you melt. The way he would kiss your forehead when saying goodbye, or knowing you were anxious when your legs would constantly be bouncing, he would rest his hand on your leg and give you a warm smile to let you know you're okay.  

It was the day before your birthday, Eddie had been more excited for it than you for weeks now. He’s invited you over to spend the night with him. This was normal, you used to spend nights together most weekends. He wanted to see you on your actual birthday, but your parents said your family from out of town was coming to see you so the day before it had to be. You had no idea what Eddie had planned for you; you had told him so many times not to get you anything, but he promised id love it.  

You just walked into school, your mousy brown hair flowing in the wind along with your black skater dress. You walked up to your locker and opened it, placing your bag in and getting your books for the day. You glance down the hall to see Eddie walking into school, this was early for him. He had a skip in his step, and he had something in his hand you couldn’t quite make out.  

“Mornin, birthday girl” Eddie smiled, leaning against the locker holding a rose out in front of him. “Flower for you, sweetheart” His smile was so wide. You couldn’t help but blush and melt at his large brown eyes gleaming at you.  

“Thanks, Eds!” You said taking the rose from him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a warm hug. He kissed your forehead as you pulled away.  

“You're still coming over after school, right?” He asked, his eyes wide and desperate for my answer.  

“Yes, how many times have you asked me this week” I roll my eyes and look at him, closing my locker and leaning against it next to him.  

“I just-” Eddie takes his hands in yours. “i want your birthday to be perfect, you’re my best friend, I have the perfect presents for you” He squeezes your hand gently, swaying them lightly as he gets over enthusiastic about the presents he’s got you.  

“Eddie! Presents?! You did have to I told you!” you nudge him and pout. He smirks and holds his hands up in defence.  

“I know, I know but I’ve been working extra hours at the record store and saved up my money” Eddie says placing one hand in his pocket and shrugging. You couldn’t be angry at him, he did this all for you. You smile at him, your eyes sparkling in the sunlight beaming through the windows. The first bell rang and you both went sperate ways for your first classes of the day. You hoped today went fast, the anticipation of what Eddie had planned was killing you.  

It was the end of the school day, finally. You were stood outside in the parking lot next to Eddies truck waiting for him. You heard his loud voice from across the lot, you gaze over and see him with Dustin and Jeff, walking over to his truck. Eddies eyes meet yours and he smiles and gives you a little wave. 

“Happy Birthday” Dustin and Jeff say in unison.  

“Thanks guys” I smile at them both. Eddie lights up 2 cigarettes and hands you one. You nod to him and take a drag and exhale. You didn’t have any time to chat to Dustin or Jeff before Eddie was rushing the conversation and practically pushing you into his truck. The car ride seemed to go on forever, you were nervous what Eddie had planned for you. Eddie hardly spoke the whole ride to the trailer; his demeanour had changed from this morning, he seemed stiff and nervous. You kept looking over at him as you smoked your cigarette in the passenger side of his truck.  

We finally arrived at the trailer park; Eddie parked the truck up. He practically jumped out of the truck and ran around to my side before you could even take your seatbelt off.  

“M’lady” He bowed while opening the door and holding his arm out. I jumped out of the truck and curtsied to Eddie. “Thank you, kind sir” You giggled. You started walking to the trailer and Eddie grabbed your waist and halted you.  

“N-No, wait a sec! Close your eyes” He looked at you making sure you closed your eyes, You put your hands on your waist and close your eyed.  

“Keep em closed till I say so yeah?” You felt him walk away from you, you could hear voices but couldn’t quite make them out, your stomach fluttered as your nerves grew. You heard the trailer door open and close once more and then felt Eddies hands on your shoulders. 

“Follow my lead, okay?”  

“Eddie what's going on?” You follow his lead, holding his arms tight.  

“We are nearly there okay sweetheart” We took a few steps more and place your hand on the trailer door. Eddie guides you through into the living room and stops you. You hear a lighter flick and Eddie walks away from you. 

“okay! Open your eyes!” You open your eyes and your heart stops. Eddie and Wayne are standing there holding a birthday cake, with a few lit candles. They both start to sing happy Birthday to you, moving closer to you. You don’t know what to do, you take one step closer to them and smile under the hand you have over your mouth. You cannot believe Eddie had done this for you. Your heart feels full watching Eddie and Wayne singing to you.  

They both stop singing and Wayne holds out the cake to you.  

“Blow out the candles then” Wayne says beaming from ear to ear. You look at him and the down at the cake. You blow out your candles and they both cheer.  

“Happy brithday, trouble” Wayne put the cake down on the coffee table and pulls you into a hug, scruffing up your hair.  

“Thanks uncle wayne” He wasn’t really your uncle, but you always called him that. You hugged him tight and then turned to Eddie, who was on the verge of tears. 

“Come here ya big goof. Thank you Eds” You grab eddies hand and pull him into a hug, he wraps his arms around you. You nuzzle your face into his chest, as he kissed your forehead.  

You all stand around in the trailer eating some cake, Wayne wanted to share some cake before he left for work. Wayne had even got you a gift. It was a hat that youd always admired that was off the wall of the trailer, he took it down and gave it to you. It meant a lot to you that he did that, he always had collected those hats.  

Wayne left for work and as soon as the trailer door closed, Eddie grabbed your hand. 

“okay, now for presents” Eddie gleamed, pulling you into his bedroom. He walked infront of you and knelt down on the floor infront of 3 presents. You walk in the room and gasp. 

“Eddie! Oh my god” You skipped to him and knelt down next to him. “For me? Are you serious” Eddie nodded and moved closer to you.  

“You have to open them in a certain order though, princess” He smirked at you, grabbing a, badly, wrapped present. Eddie wasn’t the best at anything DIY like wrapping or cooking but the thought is what counts and he puts a lot of thought into anything he does. He hands you a medium sized present, its soft.  

“First one” You say, placing it infront of you, ripping the paper. Your cheeks flush red as you see the first present. Eddie had taken one of your favourite denim jackets and sewed on some patches for you. You can tell hes done it himself because of how bad the stiching was, but you didn’t care. You looked over at eddie and your eyes creased with how much you were smiling. He had stitched on a few band patches and a few others, but its just what you wanted, you never thought he’d actually do it. 

“Eddie! Ive been looking for this jacket for weeks! I knew you took it” I smirk at him, holding the jacket up and studdying it.  

“I love it, thank you Eddie” You put the jacket down and wrap your arms around eddie, kissing his cheek.  

“You love it? I worked pretty hard on it for you, I knew you wanted a handmade patched jacket” He rubs the back of his neck and blushes. You nod at him and grin. He picks up the next present and you already knew what this is, by the size and feel of the present.  

“No fucking way..” You say as you rip the paper apart once again. He’d got you 2 records, the ones you’ve been going on and on about for weeks. 

“Eddie! Oh my- oh my god! Thank you, thank you!” You bop up and down on your knees, you were so grateful. You glance over at eddie and hes been starring at you this whole time. His big doe-eyes watching you gush over the presents, you can tell his heart was happy.  

“They are the ones you wanted right?”  

“Yes Eddie, yes they are oh thank you so so much!” You couldn’t contain your excitement, but you noticed a change in eddie, he began to fidget and he now had a blank stare on his face. You look over at him and he shakes himself out of it. 

“O-Okay next one, this is your f-final present from me, okay s-sweetheart" He grabbed the last present and stood to his feet, he was stuttering on his words and his cheeks were flushed. He held out his hand and helped you up. The present he was holding was a small but delicate gift, neatly wrapped with a bow on top. You glance at the present and then back at eddie. 

“Before I open this, I just want to say thank you eddie, for all of this, I mean, this is so perfect” A warm smile glides over your lips, your eyes meet eddies and he takes a deep breath.  

“Y-your welcome doll, now” He holds out the present and hands it to you, his hands were shaking slightly. You raise your eyebrows at him and take it. You start to unwrap the present, a lot slower than the others, this one feels precious. It’s a little brown box. You look up at eddie as he takes your arm. 

“N-now before you open it, I just want to let you know” Eddie takes a deep breath. “You mean a lot to me Y/N, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, a-and I care about you a lot" He stops to take a breath. Tears are forming at the corner of your eyes, is this the moment you’ve been waiting for? 

“Shit.. This is really hard uh.. I really..fuck” He starts to get flustered. I take my free hand to his cheek and stoke lightly. 

“Eddie.. Its okay, take your time”  

“I want you to be mine, Y/N” He looks deeply at you while opening the little box for you. Your eyes glance down at the box, your heart stops, time stops. Inside the box is a dainty little silver ring with one single tiny stone in it. You stare at it, tears falling down your cheeks. Eddie’s kuckles brush under your chin and lift slightly so your eyes meet his. 

“I-it’s a promise ring, I got it you because, I love you. I've loved for since the first day I met you, I just didn’t have the guts to say it, Sweetheart” He chuckled.  

“E-Eddie.. I-I love it” you glance back down at the ring and then back at Eddie. He wipes away the tears on your cheek and smiles down at you.  

“I promise to keep you safe and love you forever” Eddie now has tears in his eyes. You giggle at a tear falling down his cheek and you wipe it away.  

“Will you be mine, Y/N” Eddie asks. You take the ring out of the box and place it on your middle finger, it fits perfectly. You nod and gush, throwing your arms around eddie. He picks you up and you look down at him. 

“Yes! A thousand times yes!” You throw your head back in excitement as Eddie spins you around. He sets you back down, his arms still around your waist. You are both looking deeply into each others eyes, your faces moving closer together. You close the distance and crash your lips on his, moving your hand from his back to the base of his neck, intwinging your fingers with his long curly locks. The kiss is passionate and firey, feels like bolts of electric flying from your lips, your heart fluttering making you feel like your walking on air. You break the kiss and place your hand on his chest, looking at the ring intently. He looks down and chuckles, his hair falling in his face and yours.  

“Im glad you like it Princess” Eddie holds you close and kisses your forehead.  

“I love you Eddie, Its always been you” 

[enam3l]

I just want to see how Eddie would react to reader using the safe word and how he would feel

eep thank you for being my first request and my first smut attempt! i hope it's okay and you like it, i kinda got carried away

2k words / SMUT! / tw: idk like a teeny daddy kink and panic attacks

Eddie hated being called a freak, it had followed him for years. Maybe it wasn't said to him anymore since he'd left high school but he couldn't shake the memory. It was a tagline that belittled and dismissed his passions and interests. A punishment for being anything other than an all American cookie cutter athlete like Jason fucking Carver or a Tom Cruise-esque heartthrob like Steve, who now was one of Eddie's best friends but still... Eddie couldn't help but think Steve's hair was fair more ridiculous than his own long curls.

Being called a freak sucked... until you said it. At the beginning of your relationship as you began to intimately discover each other's deepest desires, after hearing Eddie whimper the word 'Mommy' as you straddled him, you put your soft lips to his ear and whispered the words 'Oh you really are a freak aren't you Eddie Munson?'

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For the first time his heart did not sink at the words. This time his dick twitched. Because this time being a freak was okay. Because now you were a freak too. Now long into your relationship and more in tune with each other's bodies than you were your own there wasn't much the two of you hadn't tried.

The day had dragged on, spending your day being belittled and cross examined by men without your skill set but a salary nearly double yours. Everyday you were grateful to find a job doing something you loved but you couldn't deny that you were exhausted of being in a male dominated environment. You always struggled to feel comfortable around men until you met Eddie, he was the exception. His soft and beautiful heart disguised under his hard grunge exterior. Sometimes you joked he was the human personification of a dark chocolate with a caramel centre. He pretended to hate that comment despite your sweet words making him feel gooey inside, further proving your point. But your colleagues weren't like Eddie. They wore tailored suits to cover their icy cores which no matter how hard you worked, you could never chip away at.

After hearing a prolonged period of shuffling and jangling from beyond the front door, Eddie finally opened it. He had expected to find your there, what he hadn't expected was you looking up at him, small, tired and wide eyed. Your bag abandoned on the floor, it's contents turned inside out in an attempt to find your keys. At his beautiful face, warm and kind, your bottom lip began to tremble.

Gasping at his forlorn love, he was quick to gather you in his big arms

'Baby! Baby, my baby girl, what is wrong?!'

You snuffled your face into his neck, hands clawing at his sides to bring him closer even though it wasn't physically possible. You needed his scent to overtake you.

'Just really really glad t'be home, with you Eds'

He knew there was more, he always did but it was better not to press right now. Between delicate kisses to your temple and calming strokes along your spine he whispered

'Yeah baby, it's okay, you're home now. We're home. Come on, let me take you in.’

He guided your legs around his waist and carried you over the threshold, using one foot to shuffle along your abandoned belongings. It took you a little while into your relationship for you to admit you loved letting him baby you, having previously never let yourself become so vulnerable under the touch of a man. And my god was Eddie thrilled, upon meeting you, a primal urge to protect and worship you filled him. It was something he never felt with anyone before.

Eddie carried you through your home and once you were in the bedroom he gently placed you on the bed. Immediately your hands reached out to desperately grab for him again.

'Are we being my needy baby girl tonight? That's okay love, whatever you want'

He knew the score and was already halfway climbing onto the bed, always unable to resist your sad eyes especially. His head barely hit the pillow before you're buried back into his side and pathetically pawing at his t-shirt

'What do you need baby, I can't help if you don't say?'

Your fingers had breached his clothes and were now working up his stomach.

'You' you finally admit, your voice muffled from your face being pressed into him.

'Me?'

'Yeah Ed, need you to be inside me.'

Eddie chuckles at your need for intimacy but simultaneously he can't believe how much you love him, he never will.

'Anything for you,' he admits as he raises up to undress himself and then carefully do the same to you, freeing your body of your work clothes.

The second the last item of clothing is shed you latch onto him, desperate to feel your bodies together. Your mouth sucks at his neck as your hands roam his biceps and the little trail of hair from his navel to groin.

Eddie groans, blissed out by your need for him. He roles over, slotting between your thighs which you instinctually spread. He rests propped up on his arms so he can look at your face. He sees the need in your slightly teary eyes and is encouraged by your hands on his ass pulling him towards you.

He guides his thick cock through your folds, coating himself in your sweet wetness. It's hard for him not to melt at the way you whimper and eagerly nod him on to enter you. Finally he slowly slides in. His dick gently stretching you and filling the emptiness you'd felt all day. Seeing the bliss spread over your features and the way your expression instantly softened feeling him inside you, Eddie coos

'Oh my sweet girl. This is what you needed, huh? Needed daddy to look after you. S'okay you know there's no where I'd rather be.'

And it's true, you'd both often wished your bodies could merge as one. Constantly desiring a level of closeness not physically possible.

He peppers your face in gentle kisses as he begins to move. Each worry from the day squashed by each thrust of his hips. It's slow and intimate and everything you need. Your lips find each other, frantic to taste the other. As your kisses grow more desperate, Eddie's thrusts speed up in time. The only noise in the apartment is your wetness each time your bodies join. The way he fills you is both comforting and overwhelming and your kisses are broken up as moans escape your lips. Allowing yourself to be totally overtaken by the sensation of him pushing deep inside you.

Eddie can never believe the effect he's able to have on you, especially in such intimate and passionate sex. You make him feel loved and desired in a way he didn't know was possible.

His hand moves to your neck, wanting to angle your head so he just watch your beautiful face react to each pump as you both grow closer.

And even though his grasp around your neck is gentle, he's barely applying pressure, for the first time his hands around your throat did not feel comforting. He is barely restricting your oxygen but it still feels too tight and doesn't fill you with a giddy sensation like usual. The closing in of your vision to just your boyfriends face didn't feel beautiful either. For the first time it all felt suffocating, as if the walls were closing in and every gap was stuffed with cotton wool, not a corner to wiggle to.

Sex with Eddie was always fun, intimate and beautiful and yes sometimes a little weird but suddenly it was terrifying. Before your brain could even compute just what the problem was, your throat rasped out a word you'd never uttered before 'Melon!' Your safe word. You decided upon it after both agreeing it was the worst flavour for anything.

Eddie froze then quickly shot up and practically ran over to the other side of the room. Terrified at the thought he had been scaring or hurting you. But what terrified him more was he truly had no idea what was wrong, this hadn't been one of your more experimental moments. It was raw and passionate and love filled.

His face fell as he saw you recoil into yourself and your face which seconds ago had been the image of content was now crumpling. Tears trickling down your face as you looked up at him. Eddie couldn't help but well up at the sight of your distress. You both stared at each other, distraught and confused.

Slowly he walked back over to the bed, careful not to scare you. Fuck, the thought of you, of all people being scared of him was truly his worst nightmare.

'Sweetheart... I'm so so sorry. Are you okay? Can you talk?'

You blink a few tears away and nod. Your hand reaches back out to him as you shuffle on the bed, indicating for Eddie to get back in. He felt his racing heart gradually slow down knowing you still wanted him near.

Pulling up the quilt and getting under, he nudges you to do the same.

He stutters 'Can... can I touch you?'

Your heart breaks hearing how nervous he is, you feel awful for saying it, worse for still not being able to conjure the words as to why. Reaching out to hold him, you both settle into each other's arms.

'I'm sorry I scared you Eddie, I don't know what happened I just -' a sigh escapes your mouth as you try to process.

His little kisses across the crown of your head help calm you and you feel the pieces of your emotions fit together. Sitting up and taking his hands in yours, you look at him. With a sniffle you finally admit 'Work... it's been horrible Eds. I'm so tired of them. I'm so tired of feeling like the smallest person in the room. These men standing over me, talking down to me...'

He listens so intently, absorbing every word you say, his thumbs brushing back and forth over your fingers.

'It's just when you put your hand on my neck... god you weren't even choking me but it's like my brain decided it to freak out. And suddenly everything was too much? I felt like I was spiralling, like I couldn't breathe or escape. It was scary. I've never felt like that before. Like everything came crashing down at once.'

Eddie nods, he knows exactly what you mean and he's so glad you're not hurt and he's so glad you're not scared of him. 'Oh my baby. I think you had a panic attack? I've seen Will have them before. It's like your brain was already overwhelmed and on edge and there's just one thing that can tip you over and your body just reacts.'

You let out what feels like your first real breath in several minutes now you know what it was. A small smile starts to form as you think how lucky you are to have a boyfriend as empathetic as him. 'Oh... that makes sense. I guess just everything has built up inside me and that's how it decided to release.'

Eddie's hand reaches up to your cheek, his thumb stroking you softly, 'But promise me, baby, promise you'll say if I was hurting you? Are you sure it was okay, I definitely wasn't choking you?’

Pulling yourself into his lap, you take his hand and link your pinkies together, 'I promise you my pretty boy. I'd tell you and truly, you weren't hurting me. It was just this once, I swear, I won't break if you touch me.'

You both stay wrapped up in each other's arms under the quilt as the sky outside grows darker. No pressure to speak or move. Both of you feeling at home with the other. Knowing there's not one place in the world you feel more comfortable in than within each other's embrace.

[munsonsreputation]

Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince

eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: [2.4k]

warnings: no use of y/n, pure fluff!!!!, crush confessions, pining (not too much discussed), cursing, and mentions of smoking. all credits for taylor swift for writing such an amazing song <3

summary: you and eddie are two very different people...or so it seems so for everyone else. but only you and eddie really know the love you two share, even if it's out of the ordinary. so as you look through the crowd while you're being crowded homecoming queen, it's nice to see the love of your life waiting there...after all, it's been a long time coming.

You’d rather be anywhere but here at this very moment. The distinct sound of the student body talking and cheering amongst themselves at tonight’s annual homecoming game. The marching band playing their instruments while the cheerleaders performed their halftime routine on the outer track field, red dirt flying through the air with every foot stomp. Then suddenly the whistle blew, and the speakers sounded.

They would announce homecoming court .

And here you were, heels sinking into the football turf as the floodlights beamed brightly across the field. Your arms linked with Jason Carvers’, who was crowned homecoming king this year, having won homecoming prince in his freshman year of high school.

On paper, you and Jason would’ve been the perfect couple. He was the star of the Hawkins basketball team, a part of the winning squad that took home this year’s national Indiana High School Basketball league trophy. You were the “good girl,” keeping up your grades, highly involved in extracurricular activities and even becoming vice president of your class year.

But you didn’t like perfect on paper.

You preferred surprisingly simple yet complex to the eyes.

“You look beautiful,” Jason whispered, turning his head to stare at your side profile.

You darted over at him, not bothering to hide your revulsion as you rolled your eyes begrudgingly.

“You shouldn’t be complimenting me when your girlfriend is sitting on the stands…and need I remind you I have a boyfriend?”

Nodding your chin up to the bleachers, you saw Chrissy, pom-poms resting in her lap as she wistfully watched on, the love of her life Jason cozying up in the cold summers’ breeze next to a girl who was clearly disinterested in him.

He scoffed lightly, “She’s not the one standing up here tonight, is she? And if I stand correctly, your boyfriend is nowhere to be found.”

God, he was disgusting, but right about one thing.

Eddie wasn’t here.

He hated big school events like this one. Thought they were totally useless and took away the spotlight from things that mattered like arts, which you definitely agreed with. But you’d hope that since his girlfriend won homecoming court, he’d actually show up, but he didn’t.

“Just keep your hands and comments to yourself, alright?” You snarled through your smiling teeth as you watched some people from the yearbook club approach you with cameras in hand.

A voice from the student body now echoed through the speakers, firstly introducing the underclassmen homecoming court who stepped up. Waving to the crowd of students sat on the bleaches, cheering as they whistled and blew their hand held horns in the air.

You honestly didn’t know how you even won in the first place. It all started as a joke, your friends daring you to run for queen and you’d thought that someone had rigged the voting when the results came in. You had miraculously swept the entire thing.

But you were sure your metal head and his friend Robin in student union had something to do with it. Though you weren’t complaining…school tricks were fun in this case.

“Now please welcome the senior homecoming king and queen!”

You stepped up, right hand coming to wave to the same crowd spotting a few of your friends cheering you on, but you could never miss Eddie, even if he was feet away, watching from the fences with a cigarette hanging from his lips as his hands clapped for you.

“Son of a bitch.” You muttered to yourself with a smitten smile, watching as he winked towards you, knowing he had been caught.

You paid Jason no mind, simply bowing down a bit to allow the poorly made plastic crown, bejeweled with dollar general gemstones, to be rested on your head as one of the volunteers did the same for the jock.

“Congratulations to this year's homecoming court! Please feel free to share a kiss or not with the—”

As Jason was trying to be some sort of fucking comedian, bending down to try to kiss you, you scoffed, dropping his arm and instead, picking up the length of your dress, jogging through the rough ground towards Eddie.

“Hey! Where the hell are you going!” You could hear the whiny voice of Jason’s faltering behind you as all you could do was giggle, getting closer to Eddie, where he hollered loudly.

His arms were held out, immediately hugging you despite the fence that sandwiches the bottom half of your bodies, “There’s my girl,” he whispered against your hair until he pulled away.

You smirked, lightly pushing at his shoulder with a closed fist, “I thought homecoming was for losers?”

He failed to hold back his cheeky smile. “Yeah, but you’re my favorite loser, so I just had to come.” Eddie responded shrewdly as you rolled your eyes, undoing your fists and wrapping them around his back.

“Oh, you’re so clever, aren’t you?” You imitated with an offended tone but couldn’t help the smile continually seeping into your face.

He nodded, giving you a small peck that made up for his half absence.

Neither of you could feel the eyes of everyone staring, but they were. Practically watching every movement between the odd couple, as they shared another sweet kiss and watched the freak hoist his girl up and over the fence. Giggling at how her dress caught onto one of the metal rings, causing it to rip, but paying no real concern as they left the fabric there, blowing against the breeze as they ran off hand in hand into the night sky.

All the while, the king complained in the middle of the football field.

“Where are we off to, my knight in shining leather?” You pestered, kicking your feet up on his dash as he smirked, starting up the engine, keeping his brown orbs on you.

“I was thinking I take you to my castle, we smoke a joint, and I show you how much I adore you.”

Your eyes rolled, but your cheeks couldn’t hide the heat of a red blush and your pearly whites flashing him that smile he loved to see every day.

“You know I’m crazier for you than I was at sixteen.”

He whistled lowly, sending you a wink, “Oh, how could I forget? You had a big fat crush on me back in sophomore year and I practically had to beg you to tell me—”

“Stop!” you yelped it out, trying to forget about your pathetic confession that ultimately led to the start of your and Eddie’s romance.

“Oh, don’t be like that, sweetheart. It was romantic!”

“Stupid Stacy Burke! Does she really think she’s going to win against me?!”

You had thought you were alone in the computer room, using the device to work on your campaign posters so you could hang them up around school tomorrow. You were desperate to win in order to keep your seat as Vice President. Last year it was an easy win for you, but now all of a sudden the dumb Stacy Burke wanted to take your seat just for notoriety.

It made you fume.

“If she thinks she can just buy her votes with cupcakes and muffins, she has got another thing coming!”

You were seething as you pressed print, pushing yourself out of the seat and heading over to the printers in order to get your posters and head back home for the day to prepare for your speech when

“Ohmygod!”

Your scream took Eddie aback, causing him to jump back, holding out his hands as you clasped yours over your heart and mouth.

“Jesus Christ! What the hell are you doing in here!” you ordered loudly, watching as Eddie held something up.

Posters. Specifically for Hellfire.

“I was making recruitment posters for Hellfire.” He shook them, watching as you rose your brow and tilted your head to get a better look at the words printed.

“Hellfire? Never heard of it.”

He sighed, rolling them back up. “It’s new. Finally, got enough members to have an official club.”

“Cool,” you sighed, nodding your head calmly as you attempted to push past him, yet he held his arm out, stopping you.

“Eddie, let me through.” You spoke, moving his arm.

He sighed, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a piece of crumpled paper that he held out. “Stacy really wants your spot, huh?”

Your brows creased together, deliberately taking it from him and unfolding the sheet. And that’s when your blood really started bubbling. Her senseless campaign posters were basically a jab towards you, with a photo of her smiling and a poorly drawn stick figure of you, accentuated with,

“Don’t put a nerd into council! Vote Stacy Burke for Vice President for a tubular Sophomore Year.”

Crumpling the paper once again, you forced past Eddie, going towards the door to tear down all her stupid posters before anyone else could see them, but the metal head called back out to you before you could make it out of the room.

“I already took them all down.” He declared, making you stop in your path, turning back around to see him pointing at the rubbish can right beside you.

There they were, a pile of the crumpled up posters in the bin. There had to be about fifty wads of them in there.

“T-thanks.” You peered back at him as he bowed nonchalantly, the silence being too much to bear in this small room.

You cursed to yourself, crossing your arms across your chest as you stared sharply, “Why did you do that for me?”

“Because it’s the right thing to do?” He snickered obviously, scratching the back of his neck while you didn’t look too convinced.

Eddie was…different than most.

He wasn’t necessarily a loser. Yet he wasn’t a part of the cool clique.

He was just him.

Something that intrigued you since you heard his name and memorized his face. A sort of intrigue which had slowly snowballed itself into an innocent crush. One that had you stealing glances at him in the cafeteria and peering past your lockers to see him saunter through the hallways.

“Well, I appreciate it.” You nodded, giving him a lipped smile, rocking on your soles, focusing your sights on the floor instead of him.

His chuck covered feet slowly entered your view, the heartbeat in your chest beating faster by the minute that it should’ve been a crime.

“I see the way you look at me.” He admitted, nibbling back a smirk, knowing it would only make you embarrassed, and he didn’t want to make you feel that way.

Somehow you caught Eddie’s eyes too.

You were similar in that sense that you weren’t in the cool circle, yet still not a loser that supposedly Stacy Burke thought you were. He knew that people loved to send glares and eye rolls his way, so he got used to the looks.

But yours were different.

He knew it the first time he caught you staring at him during lunch. Eyes soft like pearls with your lip caught between your teeth as you…appreciated the sight before you.

He hated the glares, but he loved the way you looked at him.

“T-the what?”

You tried to seem puzzled, to act as if you didn’t scurry your eyes back to your sad lunch tray once he caught your eyes on him on that random Friday.

“It’s cool,” Eddie assured you, with a grin on his face, like an actual sincere smile that wasn’t to be perceived as cocky. “It’s nice being looked at…by you.”

That made you blush. Immediately giving you away.

“Cool.” You muttered, gawking up at him through your lashes, pulling your hair forward to attempt to crowd your reddening cheeks.

Eddie let out a relaxed huff of breath. “You’re not going to ask if I have a crush on you too?”

“What!” You said it a little too vociferously as he chortled. “I know you like me…it isn’t a bad thing if you do.”

You folded your arms across your chest once more, a little defensive, “Well I didn’t say that…do you like me?”

He shrugged his shoulders, now a smirk plastered on his face, “You tell me if you like me first, then I’ll let you know.”

“How do I know you’re not just trying to embarrass me?” You raised your brows skeptically, and he grinned shrugging his shoulders once more as he stepped closer to you if it was even possible.

“I don’t gain anything from embarrassing you…and I wouldn’t do that, anyway.” He answered, stopping just inches away from you as you met his eyes that looked down at yours.

You took a deep breath, letting the air leave your mouth as you confessed, “I like you.”

He smiled, a blush covering his cheeks now that he didn’t care to hide as he nodded his head and looked behind him out the door, then back to you.

“I like you too…soooo what do you say we hang our posters together, then we can get some ice cream at Scoops and brainstorm how to destroy Stacy Burke’s campaign?”

You couldn’t hide the smile, nor did you try to as you nodded, dashing over to the printer to grab your freshly made posters before trading yours with Eddie’s.

He graciously took them, commending your attention to detail and the photo of your smack dab in the center of the poster. You reached for the roll of tape before jutting your chin out the door.

“C’mon dungeon master, you owe me chocolate cone with extra sprinkles.” You hailed out, already down the hallway as Eddie trailed behind you with a whistle.

“Coming right up, sweets.”

From that day forward, it was you and Eddie against the town of Hawkins, Indiana. The two of you not caring if you were scrutinized or called a crazy for dating the town freak or him being accused of corrupting the vice president of the class.

You and Eddie didn’t play their stupid games.

If anything, you two lived in your own little world. Enjoying the peace on your side while the bad guys always tried to let themselves into the gates that you and Eddie kept locked up just for the two of you to ever know.

If there was one thing that this sad town had right about you and Eddie, it was that you two would runaway together, leaving behind everyone and everything that had ever done you wrong.

So sure, maybe you were the bad bad girl and maybe he was the whispers in the hallways, but it had been a long time coming.

It was just you and him lost in the light.

Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince.

A/N: Finally I finished up this song fic!!! It's short and sweet and I hope you guys like it (it's not my proudest work but i did my best). I have so many more song fics in the works and i can't wait for you all to read them when they're finally ready. In the mean time, reblogs and comments would be greatly appreciated and be sure to slide into my asks with your february bash requests!!! 👑💘💫✨

[fanficfanatic000]

A date?) Pt 3

Nerd loser eddie x nerd loser fem reader

Trigger warning 18plus 18 plus no minors

Read if you dare.

Summary ( the fem reader works at a craft shop .seems and patches. Reader has more alt style. Reader is 21 and Eddie's 22. Eddie dropped out of high-school after almost dieing. The reader has zero friendsUntil a certain boy came into your work.)

"Eddie its doneee" he smiles "finally i was afraid id starve to death" he says dramatically clenching his chest You and him grabbed a plate of spaghetti And sat on the couch side by side but you both criss crossed and faced each other You watched as eddie took a bite slurping the noodles he was a messy messy eater but it was cute the way the red sauce was all over to his cheek "what do i have something on my face?" He leaned foreword and crooked and eyebrow in a messing around notion that made you giggle. Eddie's gaze softened at the sound of your laughter as he grabbed his shirt and wiped his face revealing a tattoo of a bat covering faded scars that made your ears turn red as fuck and you cheeks. Minutes pass by and you both were done with the food. Eddie grabbed the plate from you and got up and put it in the sink. "So how was it? " You asked eddie as he plopped down on the couch " fucking delicious... probably cause I had your help" "please you probably have made that for all your other girls" you said it in a playful manner but it wasn't a joke because last time you took a chance on love you got played by a jock named Jason carver he took you on a date at the movies then he left with a girl you had to walk home that night."no actually this is the only date ive actually been on...." he said softy "Really eddie no girl has wanted you?"He looked at the ground "well more like i havent found somone i wanted.."He was serious actually serious."then why did you ask me?"He looked at you shell shocked "because i like you you're just really pretty and sexy and i get along with you like no one el..."He stopped when he realized what just slipped from him "i-i mean fuck ......""Eddie its okay i actually feel the same" He raised an eyebrow "you do?"You nodded yes "are you a virgin?" He raised an eyebrow and bit his lip "no why?"He said seductively "are you? my dear""no im not.." the air heavy "so you like my body huh?" He said leaning close "yes do you like mine?" His pupils dilate "fuck yeah ive been thinking about touching it for a long time"

[munson-blurbs]

Hey Bug! I have a request for a fic just in case you run out of ideas

Eddie gets bullied by Jason and those annoying basketball jerks all th time but doesn't tell anyone. When he sees them at the Hideout before he's about to perform he has a panic attack or something. Y/N is there because she still hasn't gotten over him. :D

Then backstage Y/N comfort's him

exes back to lovers

hurt/comfort

This might be way too specific but...........

;)

K bye

Combining with these two requests!

hello i love your blog so much and you're really one of the best writers here! <3 i'm honestly a slut for the enemies to lovers trope sksksks so i was hoping you could write one for eddie? then maybe sprinkled with a lil bit of jealousy haha thank you so much and ily <333

May i plz request an exes back to lovers with eddie x y/n? Maybe he cheated or something?

Warnings: smut (18+ only minors DNI!!!), fingering, p in v, panic attacks, mentions of cheating, mentions of oral, Jason Carver is present

WC: 3.9k

Thank you @firefly-graphics for the amazing dividers and @usedtobecooler, @trashmouth-richie, and @this-was-bad-sorry for dialogue help!

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Reader:

"Babe, where are you taking me?" you ask your boyfriend, snuggling up against him as he just grins and continues driving.

"You'll see," Jason answers teasingly. "I told you that we'll be doing a full 'Welcome Home' tour of Hawkins when you got back from college, and that's what we're gonna do."

Since you'd been home for the summer, he'd brought you to Benny's, Enzo's, Skull Rock, and Lover's Lake. Hawkins is a small town; there wasn't much else to do around here.

You and Jason had been together for six months after you ran into him when you came home for Thanksgiving. You'd bumped into each other at the grocery store, frantically scrambling to buy last-minute ingredients. It was hard to see him; he wasn't nice to you or your friends back in high school. But then he'd apologized, offered to take you out for coffee to show you how much he'd changed, and the rest was history.

Your stomach drops when he pulls into the Hideout parking lot. It brings back memories of watching your ex-boyfriend and his band play there. You and Eddie would fool around backstage until it was time for them to perform, and you would stand in the audience of five drunks and cheer like you were at a Metallica concert. It was a tradition, every Tuesday night.

Wait...

"What day is it?" you mutter to yourself, but Jason thinks you're asking him.

"It's Tuesday," he answers, blissfully unaware of what that means. "Why, you got plans?" he jokes.

You can just manage to shake your head, palms suddenly slick with sweat. Maybe Corroded Coffin didn't play on Tuesday nights anymore. Maybe you wouldn't have to see the man who shattered your heart into a million pieces.

Eddie:

"We're on in twenty minutes," Jeff tells him, slinging the strap of his guitar over his shoulders. "You all tuned up?"

Eddie nods. "Yup, good to go." He glances at his kohl-rimmed eyes in the mirror. Since you two had broken up, he's had to learn how to apply his own eyeliner before shows, but it never looks as good as when you used to do it.

"Uh, guys?" Gareth pokes his head in the room nervously. "I think you might wanna see this."

They make their way to the side of the stage, peering out as inconspicuously as they can. Gareth points out to where Jason is standing at the bar with his tanned arm around some girl.

No...not just some girl, Eddie realizes. It's you.

"What the fuck?" he snarls, heart catching in his throat. "What's she doing with him?" He winces as Jason hands you a watered-down beer and kisses you, making you giggle.

Jeff claps a hand on his friend's back. "I'm sorry, dude," he says gently. "You gonna be okay?"

But Eddie doesn't hear him; doesn't hear anything besides a pounding in his ears. He feels like he's standing outside of his own body. His bandmates keep calling his name to no response.

She's with Jason now. She's done with me and moved onto the prick who made my life miserable for all of high school. I lost her and I'll never get her back. It's over it's over it's over...

"Eddie?" Gareth shakes him, too aware of the way his friend's chest is expanding and contracting at a rapid rate. This isn't the first time Eddie's had a panic attack, but it's the first time you haven't been there to calm him down. "What do we do?" he asks Jeff.

"I-I don't know!" Jeff cries out. "What did Y/N used to do?" He glances over in your direction. "Should I...would she even want to help after...?"

Gareth shrugs. "It's worth a shot!" he surmises, nudging Eddie again. "He's gonna hyperventilate." Tears involuntarily spill down Eddie's cheeks as he murmurs the same phrase again and again:

It's over it's over it's over...

Reader:

You're waiting for Jason to come back with a plate of fries, possibly the greasiest offering in all of Hawkins, when you feel a frantic tapping on your back. Your smile fades when you see Gareth in front of you, panting like he's just run a marathon.

"What do you want?" you hiss, remembering his role in everything that went down last year.

"Look," he starts, "I know you hate me, and you hate Eddie more, but he's having a panic attack backstage and we can't calm him down. I'm worried that he's gonna pass out. Please," he begs, not even bothering to finish his request. You know exactly what he's asking.

There's a knot in your stomach, twisting with your options. You could ditch Jason and help out the guy who cheated on you at your own graduation party, or you can let Eddie suffer and enjoy a night out with your boyfriend. You don't want to see Eddie; the words fuck off are on the tip of your tongue, but you can't help the gnawing feeling pulsing through your conscience.

"Fine," you mutter, and Gareth grabs your wrist and pulls you backstage. Jeff's gotten Eddie to sit on the torn leather sofa, but the man is still breathing too heavily for your liking. His eyes are glazed over, like he's not actually present. It's a sight you've seen before.

"Eddie, it's me," you say softly, trying to keep the resentment out of your voice. "We're backstage at the Hideout, sitting on the couch. Jeff and Gareth are here, too. Ground yourself here." Against your better judgment, you slip your hand under his trembling one. "Squeeze my hand when you're ready." About thirty seconds pass before you feel his fingers grip yours.

"Okay, we're gonna do your exercise together," you tell him. "Five things you see; I'll start." You pick the first thing your eyes land on. "A chair."

Eddie pauses before he gives his answer, voice barely audible. "Th-the coaster," he says finally, referring to the sticky Bud Light coaster on the table.

"Good," you offer a small smile. "I see...Sweetheart," you announce, referring to his guitar.

"Gareth and Jeff." Eddie replies just a bit faster this time, allowing himself back into reality.

"That was two, you overachiever!" you tease. You walk him through the remainder of the exercise: four things you can touch, three things you can hear, two things you can smell, and one thing you can taste. By the time you're done, his breathing has slowed considerably and he's stopped crying.

You turn to his friends, both visibly relieved that the situation has been diffused. "I don't think he should perform tonight, guys," you tell them. "He needs to go home and rest. The adrenaline of being on stage could trigger another one." They nod knowingly, and you stand up to leave.

"Where're y'going?" Eddie mumbles, reaching out for your hand. "Can you stay for a little bit?"

"I, um, have to get back to my date," you tell him, purposely omitting Jason's name. "You'll be okay. Just take care of yourself tonight." You rub his back quickly, almost out of habit. "Gotta go," you add quickly before dashing back out to the bar.

Part of you feels guilty for running out of there, but why should you? You weren't the one who hooked up with Ashley Calloway at the party; that was Eddie. You were too busy trying to make sure everyone was enjoying themselves; Eddie sure was when you found the two of them in the guest bathroom, pants around his ankles and Ashley on her knees in front of him. They were both beyond drunk; you didn't know who initiated, but you really didn't care.

No, you didn't owe Eddie anything. Helping him through his panic attack was nicer than anything he deserved.

"Where'd ya go?" Jason asks, concerned. He pulls you in for a kiss, and it seems more possessive than usual.

"Ladies' room," you lie easily. "Hope you didn't eat all the fries without me!"

He laughs. "Don't worry, I saved a few for my girl." He tugs you closer, eyes scoping out the rest of the bar. "Forgot how grimy this place is," he mutters. "Wanna get out of here after we finish these?" he asks, gesturing towards the plate on the counter.

You nod. "That would be great."

Eddie:

Eddie's sitting in the back of his van; Jeff is driving and Gareth is plunked down in the passenger seat.

"Sorry, guys," he apologizes for what seems like the millionth time. "I don't know what happened back there."

Gareth exhales slowly. "We're just glad you're okay," he says truthfully, "but, dude, you can't be getting this upset whenever you see Y/N with someone else."

"Yeah, I know," Eddie agrees. "But Jason Carver? What does she even see in him?" He groans and leans back in his seat.

Jeff thinks for a moment. "Have you two actually...talked since the party?" he asks. "I know there was a lot of yelling and screaming, but did you ever have a real conversation?"

"Nope." Eddie replies. "She wanted nothing to do with me, and I don't blame her. I fucked up royally." No one can argue with that.

"Maybe you should try that," Jeff suggests. "Like, listen to her, and don't give some shitty excuse for what you did."

Eddie considers this. "What if she doesn't forgive me? What if she still hates me after?" he ponders meekly. "Then what?"

"Then at least you tried," Gareth reasons. "Is it more important that she forgives you, or that she just knows how important she was to you?"

Reader:

The drive home from the Hideout should be passed by peppering kisses to Jason's clean-shaven face while he drives and lacing your fingers into his when he rests his hand on the gearshift. Instead, you're in your own world; a world where you can't stop thinking about Eddie Munson.

It was so stupid, especially after how badly he'd hurt you. You'd heard the unmistakeable sounds of his panting moans coming from the bathroom, and when Jeff and Gareth tried to stop you from investigating, you knew something was amiss. You'd shouted at him until your throat was raw, and then you shouted some more at his friends for protecting the cheating bastard. It was the last time you'd spoken to any of them until tonight.

You look over at your boyfriend, so sweet and wonderful, and you ache to love him fully, to commit to him with your whole being. But you just can't. Because your heart still belongs to the metalhead who broke it.

"Jason," you blurt out before you can stop yourself, "I have to tell you something." And you tell him the truth of where you disappeared to that night, watching his expression fall with each word.

When you finish, he laughs incredulously. "You skipped out on our date to go comfort The Freak?" he spits, and you see the old Jason, the one he insisted no longer existed, ooze through his nice-guy persona. "Seriously? After everything he did to you."

"It's not like anything happened!" you protest. "Besides, you were a total douchebag in high school, and I forgave you."

Jason pauses. "And what if something had happened?" he questions, voice thick with venom and insecurity. "What if he had tried to kiss you or something? Would you have let him?"

You stumble on your response, and that's enough of an answer for him. "Nice. Real nice," he sneers. "Do you even love me?"

"I wish I did," you whisper, tears in your eyes. "Jason, I'm so sorry."

He sighs, slamming a hand on the steering wheel. "Forget it. I knew I shouldn't have gotten involved. All of you weirdos in that satanic cult Munson ran were bad news." He slams on the breaks as he pulls into your driveway. "Look at that. There's Freak Charming now." Sure enough, Eddie is sitting on your stoop, smoking a cigarette in the crisp summer evening air.

"I swear, I didn't--" but Jason just waves you off.

"We're done. Do whatever--or whoever--you want, Y/N," he says tersely, and you hop out of his car wordlessly, watching as he speeds away.

You turn your attention to Eddie, who is making his way towards you.

"What are you doing here?"

Eddie:

Well, isn't that a loaded question.

Eddie runs his fingers through his curly hair. "I, um, came here to listen to you," he stammers, avoiding your gaze.

"Listen to me? What do you want me to say?" The thought is almost absurd; him showing up to your house, expecting you to carry a conversation.

"Anything," he takes a drag, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "We never got to talk after the party. I didn't really apologize, and I didn't get to hear you out."

You laugh harshly. "I think I got my point across when I called you a cheating piece of shit and our relationship a waste of my time. Why, did I miss something?"

"No, I think that about covers it," Eddie says with a frown.

"Why did you do it?" you blurt out. "Was I not enough? Or too much? What did I do wrong?" Your voice wavers, a sob catching in your throat.

"Oh my God, no," Eddie replies, slack-jawed. "No, it was nothing like that. It was my fault, not yours." He sighs, looking upwards to will his own tears away. "I was drunk and stupid and scared."

"Scared?"

"Yeah," he says, "scared that you'd realize that I wasn't enough; that you'd want someone who's getting a college degree like you are, who isn't back in Hawkins working at a power plant and playing in a band with a bunch of high schoolers."

You kick the ground lightly, dust pluming around your sneakered foot. "I was gonna ask you to get an apartment in Evanston with me," you admit. "I would be at Northwestern and you could easily find work there. Plus, it's only about half an hour from Chicago." Your heart pangs at the thought of what might have been.

"Y-you were?" Eddie's eyes widen in shock. "Fuck, man!" He stubs out his cigarette angrily. "Can't believe I went and fucked it all up like that." Before he realizes what he's doing, he slams a fist into a nearby tree, wincing as the pain shoots up his arm.

"Of course I was!" you shout. "I thought you were the love of my life, Eddie. I thought we'd move in together, get married someday, have our own family." You let the tears fall, unable to hold yourself together. "And then you decided that getting blown by some random cheerleader was more important than all of that."

He's silent for awhile, and it's not until you hear him sniffling that he realizes he's crying.

"You can leave now," you tell him quietly. "There's nothing left to say."

He nods. "I'm so, so sorry," he sobs. "I hurt you. You didn't deserve that; you didn't deserve to suffer because I was insecure. I'd...I'd do anything to get you back."

"I don't think that's a good idea," you answer him, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I know you're with Carver now--"

"We broke up," you see his eyebrows shoot up, and you elaborate, "just now. He didn't like that I was helping you tonight."

"Oh," Eddie says simply, trying to bite back a smile at the news that you're single. "Can I ask you something?"

"Depends what it is."

"Why did you help me? You could've just told the guys to deal with it themselves, you know." He tries to resist the urge to light up another cigarette and fails, feeling the nicotine calm his nerves.

You roll your eyes and scoff. "Because as much as I hate you--and I do hate you, very much--I wasn't about to let you faint over some stage fright."

Eddie chews on his lower lip. "Wasn't stage fright."

"What?"

"It wasn't stage fright," he repeats. "I had a panic attack because I saw you with Carver--not that it was your fault," he hastily adds, "it just fuckin' killed me to know that you were over me. That we were over. Because I-I never stopped loving you."

Reader:

You let the confession sink in: Eddie never stopped loving you. Or so he says, but the image of him with Ashley never fades.

"Did you still love me at the party?" you sneer. "Did you still love me with her mouth around your dick?"

"Of course I did!" he retorts, "I just...look, there's no excuse for what I did. I got it in my head that you'd leave me and I...I acted vindictively. But you've got to believe me--I've regretted it every day since."

You sit on the steps, feeling like you're about to fall over from the adrenaline coursing through your veins. "And you know what the worst part is?" you hiss. "Earlier, when you said you wanted me back, I actually considered it. I hate myself for it, but I considered it."

"Do you...still love me?" he asks quietly.

"I do," you confess. "I don't want to, but I do. I love you and despise you at the same time, if that makes any sense."

"What...what can I do to earn your trust back, Y/N?" he murmurs. "I'll do it; whatever you ask, I'll do it. I don't want to mess this up again. I don't want to risk losing your love for good." He looks up at you, tears shining in his big brown eyes. "Please, baby."

"Eddie, I don't know--" you start, but he interrupts you.

"Can I just do one thing?" No sooner do you nod your head do his lips come crashing against yours, his hands on either side of your face. You arch into him, pressing up on your toes.

"Was that okay?" he whispers against you, brushing away your tears with his thumb. "God, baby, it eats me up inside to know that I'm the reason you're crying. I never wanted to be that."

"I know," you tell him, falling into his warm embrace. "Want you to make me feel happy again. Like you used to."

He looks taken aback at your proposition. "Y'sure? We can just do this," he reassures you as he pulls you in for another deep kiss.

"'M sure." You gasp as he lifts you, placing one hand under each of your thighs. You wrap your legs around his waist as he kisses down your arms, sending a tingling sensation through your body. "Show me how much you love me."

Eddie swings open your front door, pushing you up against the living room wall so he can put his hands all over you. "Are your parents--"

"They're out," you tell him. "We have the place to ourselves."

"Fuck," he growls. "Bedroom?"

"Mhm."

Eddie stumbles into your room, holding onto you as though he's afraid that you'll disappear if he lets you go. He gently lays you on the bed, climbing on top of you, parting your lips with his tongue.

"You're so beautiful," he muses. "You are the most perfect woman I've ever seen. These perfect eyes...perfect nose...perfect mouth...perfect ears..." He punctuates each statement with a kiss, naming every body part he can think of.

"My turn," you say, sitting up slightly. He furrows his brows, puzzled, until you start peeling off his shirt and kissing down his torso. He shivers as you reach for his belt buckle, clasping his hand over yours.

"We don't have to rush this," he stammers. "I don't want you to regret anything."

"Do you not want to?" you ask. It's not an accusation, just concern.

"I do. I definitely do," Eddie clarifies. "I just want to do this right, y'know? Don't want this to be a one-time thing."

"Eddie?"

"Mm?"

"Stop talking."

He lets out a small chuckle. "Will do, my love." Pressing another gentle kiss to your forehead, he lifts your shirt above your head and rubs his thumbs over the lace of your bra. Your nipples pebble under his touch.

"Eddie." His name drips with need from your lips. "Keep touching me." He unclasps your bra, inhaling sharply as it falls to the bed, revealing your pert breasts.

"S'perfect," he coos, taking one into his mouth. He presses his groin against your thigh, rutting against you softly. A moan slips from you as feel him growing harder.

"Wan' touch you," you whimper, nudging again at his belt. "Please."

"Okay, baby," he indulges, groaning as you take him out of his boxers, using his precum to help your hand glide along his length. "I missed your touch." He trains his focus on your own jean shorts, fighting his feral urge to rip them off of you, instead opting to leave kisses across your hips and thighs as he pulls them down gently. Pressing his forefinger against your throbbing clit, he smiles when he feels you soaking through your panties.

"Did you miss that, too?" you tease, but he's completely serious in his reply:

"I missed everything about you."

Your gaze meets his, and you immediately take note of his misty eyes. You melt at his words, at how genuine he is; the raw vulnerability making him even more beautiful. He leans in for another kiss, and his tears fall against your cheeks.

"I love you I love you I love you," he whispers into your ear, tugging down your panties and sliding one thick finger inside you, pumping it against your pulpy walls. "I'll never lose you again, never never never..."

"I know," you tell him, and you mean it. You cry out with pleasure as he inserts another digit, bucking your hips into him. "I love you, too."

"Are you...can I...?" he glances down at his erect length, slick with his own precum.

"Please," you beg. He slowly enters you, filling you up perfectly. His movements still for a moment as the two of you feel the power of your connection. He gives small thrusts, holding you by the small of your back as he pulls himself out and pushes back in rhythmically. You can't remember the last time anyone's held you this close.

He grows harder inside you, hitting that sweet spot over and over. His choked panting tells you that he's close, but so are you.

"Can we finish together?" you manage, and he nods. "I'm still on the pill...you can cum inside me, baby."

"Now?"

"Mhm," you cry out as he pumps faster. "Eddie--fuck--right there, I'm cumming..." You clench around him as your orgasm overtakes you, and you feel his thick, hot ropes fill you. He stays there for a beat, kissing you with his swollen lips before taking himself out and flopping next to you on your bed.

"Y/N?" he asks meekly. "Look at me, love."

You shift to your side so your eyes are trained on his.

"You're my everything. Always have been, always will be." He caresses your cheek, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Will you take me back? I'll never..."

"I know," you kiss his nose as he grabs your waist and pulls you against his chest. "I love you, Eddie."

"I love you more," he play argues with a grin.

"Impossible."

"Nope," he tickles you gently until you swat at him. "And I'll spend the rest of my life proving it."

--

[breathlesslink]

Chapter Six — Rusty

[chapter warnings: anxiety, paranoia]

t.o.c ; << | >>

By the time you had made it to Wetland Stable, you were exhausted. 

The entire ride you were jumpy and on edge, looking around the area constantly in search of threats. Every traveler that passed you along the road made your stomach twist as if you were just anticipating them to pull out a weapon and charge. If Link noticed anything, he hadn't mentioned it. 

You felt guilty for your sudden behavior change. You were slightly snippy with your words every time he'd talk, but you didn't mean any harm. It was just harder for you to listen for anything if you were talking. 

Impa's words echoed through your head, telling you to let Link in. She was right— if there was one person who could protect and help you, then it was the Champion of Hyrule. But on the other side, Link had so much on his shoulders already. You couldn't possibly add another burden onto his shoulders. 

There was already a sizable crowd surrounding the cooking pot of the stable when you and Link arrived, one person apparently choosing to cook for everyone present. You were grateful, but Link may not have been. 

"It's so nice of them to cook for everyone," He mused, waiting for you as you seemingly obsessively checked your weapons, "I doubt it's as good as yours, though."

"Awe, you like my cooking?" You teased, "You're lucky. All the women in Gerudo say that a girl should only cook for a man if he's her husband as a show of care. I guess you just get special treatment."

Link laughed. "I'd marry you if it meant delicious food every night."

"Is that my only redeeming quality?" You feigned offense, deciding to ignore the tingle in your stomach at his words. "Just a servant over a stove?"

"N-no!" Link backtracked suddenly, taken aback. It seemed like he didn't get your joke. "You're great--you're perfect. It would just be a perk, but if you didn't even want to cook you wouldn't have to--"

"Link!" You burst into laughter, "I was joking! You know I'd cook for you. Your compliments fuel my ego, so I have to in order to get my fill of self-assurance." 

Link rolled his eyes and shoved your shoulder, unable to contain his own smile again. "You're ridiculous. Let's eat." 

Link led you to the cooking pot, the area now cleared as everyone had already gotten their bowls of dinner. You both thanked the stable worker as he poured you bowls of rice and meat, choosing to sit on a log further away from people to eat. It was a comfortable silence and eventually, Link decided to explore the shrine near the stable. He stood before you for nearly ten minutes, making sure you were okay with him leaving while you continuously reassured him that you were. It took you turning him around and pushing him towards the shrine to seal the deal, and you watched with a little relief as he disappeared into the entrance. 

Maybe he did notice, after all. 

Nevertheless, you were glad he didn't mention it. 

Shrines tended to take Link around an hour or two to finish, so you decided to bide your time with the few, worn training dummies at the back of the stable. It was obvious that they hadn't been used in a while, but you hadn't trained since you began your journey and were feeling rusty. This time, plus your incessant paranoia, seemed like the perfect time to do so. 

You took out your Demon Carver and just held it in your hand, the grips falling into your palm perfectly. Your other hand felt empty, seeing as how you'd usually have two while fighting with the Yiga, but you'd broken the other four years ago when you betrayed them. You'd have to deal with one for now. 

Taking a breath, you fixed your stance and took a few tentative swings at the air. Muscle memory kicked in, the brutal training you endured coming in handy. You felt warmed up enough soon after and sliced your blade upwards, leaving a deep groove in the wooden dummy from its hip to its shoulder. The second you landed the hit, you flipped back to create distance and pulled out your bow, barely taking a second to aim before your arrow punctured the dummy directly between the eyes. 

It was no surprise how similar your fighting style was to that of a Footsoldier. You had to perfect that style before advancing to Blademaster and while your advanced training had gone far, you still weren't as skilled with a Windcleaver as you were with your bow and Demon Carver. Even then, you weren't the best with a bow. Hiro took the cake in that. 

His aim was unmatched and entirely accurate as if he'd had some innate biological talent within him to handle a bow. Hiro beat you at target practice, but you beat him with blades. Kimi, still so young when training began, only knew the basics of hand-to-hand and small daggers. You missed them.

Not too much time had passed before you heard footsteps behind you. You knew it was Link, your senses being heightened with adrenaline. He had approached mid-move and stayed out of your way as you swung the Demon Carver with expertise, the training dummy nearly torn to shreds at this point. You stood back and admired your work, as if the destroyed wood was a canvas and you were the artist. 

"Guess I don't have to worry about you as much as I thought." Link finally spoke up.

"I told you," You shrugged. You sat on the dirt, your legs feeling like jelly as you tried to catch your breath. You were out of shape. "You just didn't believe me."

"I believed you!" He defended, "I just didn't think you were that good. Where did you learn how to fight with that weapon? I've never seen it anywhere other than with the Yiga before."

"A Demon Carver?" You fumbled for a second to come up with a lie. "Olu, one of the Gerudo ladies who took me in, defeated one once when we were out. I'd been training for a while and didn't like any of the weapons I had, so when I tried out the Carver I loved it."

Link tilted his head. "Is there like a specific way to fight with it? A lot of the moves you used were similar to the Yiga." 

Your heart was in your throat and you prayed he couldn't hear it pounding as much as you did. "I mean I learn by observing, so when I watched their fighting style I took some parts of it. It requires a lot of agility and speed, which I'm good at, so it worked." 

"Ah," Link hummed, holding out his hand in an offer to help you up. "Makes sense. Maybe you'll have to teach me one day."

"Of course, hero. Just tell me when." You grabbed his hand and hoisted yourself up, but Link quickly moved forward. His fingers suddenly dug into your sides and you shrieked out a laugh. You didn't even know you were ticklish. 

"How about right now?" Link was relentless, laughing as you began to collapse back down as an attempt to escape. "Come on, get out!"

You wheezed, squeezing out the only words you could during the relentless onslaught. "I can't!" 

[hyatoro]

mtl likely to kidnap reader?

For all of them it's highly unlikely they'd use kidnapping as their form of staying with the reader, but who knows?

Most

Franklin Russell tops out the list because of how used to being being by your side he is. Attached to the hip and lowkey wants to crawl into your skin, it makes him the most likely to kidnap out of the OCs. BFF who is also your BF? ❤ヾ(๑❛ ▿ ◠๑ ) Yeah. He's more likely to just be in your walls (half joke) than to kidnap you, but he'd be the most likely by far.

Hwang Minsu needs you like the air he breathes and the water he drinks. He has this crazed soulmate-like situation going on for him that makes him a desperate person. You said you liked his scent. And he loves yours. So that practically means you're soulmates already.

Kayden Nguyen while he does get the thoughts of whisking you away to a remote place away from all the noise, with the kind of reader he has it's extremely difficult to do anything without your explicit consent. It's that power difference that makes it unlikely.

Augustine Carver also wants to snatch you up and run away from all the problems of the royal capital. Problem one is you're a very high ranking member of society, higher than him, and you're the brains of the relationship so he wouldn't have the planning in him and he's self aware enough for this. Problem two is that he would rather die than do you wrong, and he knows stealing you from the spotlight of high society (where you reign supreme) that you so deserve would be a crime, no matter what he wants.

Least

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

My Valentine 🌹 ✉

Eddie has a Valentine card from a Secret Admirer and is on a quest to find who it is ✉

Major fluff and pining ahead 💕

🦇✉ 💞

Eddie hated Valentines Day. It was just an excuse for bullshit consumerism and stores to make money. A ton of hearts, flowers and cutesy shit that made him sick to his stomach.

He wasn't interested in it one bit. So when Eddie gets to school the morning of the fourteenth and opens his locker, he has quite the shock.

The card must have been slipped inside before Eddie even set foot in school. It roots him to the spot, he stares at the card and takes it hesitantly.

It must be a joke. One of Jason's ideas to piss him off because Eddie let out exactly what he thought of Carver and his idiot friends every so often.

Truthfully it was the better part of his day to wind that douchebag up. Scowling at the card he shoves it in his pocket, he's not giving Carver the satisfaction of reading it.

In fact most of the day he forgets it's even there, until it's lunchtime and he's looking for some smokes, emptying the card and his cigarettes on the table.

"Ooh, Eddie has a Valentine" Gareth coos and only shuts up when Eddie glares at him.

"It's a prank from that idiot Carver. Should have burned it earlier" he grumbles then Mike reaches for it and opens it.

"Don't think Jason would pay that much attention to detail" Mike shows him the card and Eddie pauses. Whoever sent it has drawn him shredding on his guitar, surrounded by Hellfire, bats and tiny hearts.

He tugs it away from Wheeler, squirrels it away so he can take in the details himself, hovers over the signature.

From your Secret Admirer 🖤

His heart skips a beat, he feels himself blush and smiles in spite of himself. He hides his blushing face behind his hair and places the card back in his pocket reverently.

An Admirer. Someone in this school liked him, more than liked if he was guessing as it must have took some time to hand draw a card for him.

The question was, who sent it?

❤️

You stay quiet as the rest of Hellfire tease Eddie about the card. There's no way they know it's you that sent it, you signed it by saying you were a Secret Admirer.

Would Eddie want it to be from you? You really hoped so. The crush you had on Eddie had grown and grown over the last few months.

Ever since you joined Hellfire last year you had been intrigued by Eddie. That materialised into a small crush that grew bigger and bigger every day.

All last night you made the card, after dithering over whether to make it for days on end. It was a burst of courage that had you up until three am, perfecting your work..

Then you slipped it in his locker before he could notice. You were going to tell him that it was from you. Of course you would. It's just you didn't know when you would or if he even liked you back.

If he didn't then it might make things awkward for you being in the group. If you didn't then you didn't... but Eddie was determined and he wouldn't stop until he found out who sent it.

He'd grill anyone he could think of to get some information, you knew plenty of people who were intimidated by Eddie, many of whom were in your art class.

Didn't matter that Eddie was as soft as a marshmallow, they took in the clothes and the demeanour that he put out and didn't look any further. Never thought to scratch under the surface, to want to know more.

But you did and every day you got to know Eddie the more you fell for him. You just wished you knew if he liked you back...

❤️

For the whole day Eddie had tried to find his Valentine and with no luck. There was no clue and it's frustrating him so much.

"Why sign it from a Secret Admirer and yet give me no idea who it's from" he rants and Dustin rolls his eyes, what a little butthead.

"Dude, there is clues. This person knows you love D&D and that you're in Hellfire, has seen you play on your guitar" Dustin ticks the clues off on his fingers as he says this.

It still doesn't help Eddie. Everyone in the whole school knows he plays guitar and likes D&d and is the leader in Hellfire. Who knows who has seen him play at the Hideout, usually, it's just a couple of drunk dudes.

"They like to draw, probably were up all night doing the card too" Dustin adds and Eddie lights up. If he hung around the art unit after class then maybe it would give him an idea who did this.

It's boring work trying to spy on who could have sent Eddie the card. Everyone was busy doing different projects and their teacher Mr Edwards kept a close eye on Eddie and his tendency to cause a bit chaos.

Art class calmed him if he was being honest, stopped the chaos in his head, gave him something to do with his hands and kept him occupied.

His mind still wanders to who is his Valentine and he doesn't realise he's zoned out and is staring at you. Something has caught his eye, a smudge of pen on your wrist.

Eddie stills as he zeroes in on the mark, vibrant orange, you weren't using orange today or the other day for your project. Jesus H Christ. Was it you who made the card?

Fuck fuck fuck. How did he even bring this up? Could it be a coincidence and he was getting his hopes up for nothing?

His heart is beating really fast and all he can think about is kissing you, he needs to know if it was you. Usually he wouldn't think twice about confronting some dumbass or calling out Jason and his dipshits.

You were different, he adored you and he felt excruciatingly nervous about talking to you but he had to know if it was you.

Unless... a thought springs to his mind and he has an idea. Taking his art supplies to the back of the class he begins to work on his new project.

❤️

You hadn't seen Eddie since art class, he didn't even show up at lunch and that was a worry in itself. Even the rest of Hellfire was angsty about where he was.

It wasn't like Eddie to miss an opportunity to wind up Jason and the rest of the basketball team during lunch.

Just when you're seriously beginning to worry Eddie shows up at the end of the day, he's holding large card, when you get closer you notice what it is.

I'm batshit crazy for you 🦇 Will you be my Valentine is written on on the card. Bats holding hearts decorate the page, it's gorgeous.

Blinking once, twice, you rub your eyes and when you open them Eddie is still there. This time he calls out for Dustin who grumbles as he holds another card in place for Eddie.

The Dungeon Master would like you to be his Queen 👑

He's drawn a picture of you as a queen, his queen. Dressed all in black, Hellfire surrounding you and you're sitting on a throne that looks a lot like Eddie's DM chair.

"I know you sent the card sweetheart, I'd love to be your Valentine, will you be mine?" he asks and bends down on one knee to kiss your hand.

You don't even hesitate, you throw your arms around Eddie, it almost knocks him off his feet but you're both beaming. "Yes I'll be your Valentine Eddie"

He smiles and kisses you again, loving the way you melt in his arms, marvelling at how fucking amazing the kiss is. Dustin groans in the background but Eddie ignores him.

Maybe Valentines Day wasn't so bad after all.

✉

[ashwhowrites]

Punishing Chrissy by splitting her open with your strap?? Please and thank you!

Ps I love your writing!

Before my partner and I got together, you will not believe how many times I've thought about something like this. I truly think Chrissy would look gorgeous taking (my) a thick strap and definitely during a punishment.

Ps thank you so much! 🥹

I hope this is what you wanted :)

Never proofread

Dom reader ( use of strap, Chrissy likes to be embarrassed and belittled)

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Y/N knew by dating the head cheerleader that many boys would drool over Chrissy. That ex-boyfriend like Jason Carver would stop at nothing to win her back. Any boy she gave slight attention to would become obsessed with her in seconds, like Eddie Munson. Then there were young boys, like Dustin and Mike, experiencing love for the first time but didn't exactly hold a threat.

Everywhere Y/N turned, she'd walk into a pit of hormonal boys that wanted to be under Chrissy's skirt. It didn't help that Chrissy was an angel. A perfect golden child with a bright smile that made everyone weak. It didn't help that she was so lovely to everyone. It was impossible not to fall at her feet. But Chrissy didn't see the desire in all the boys' eyes, she just thought everyone wanted to be friends. And Y/N hated that.

~~~

"Hey so Eddie needs help with some science, is it okay if I come over later than we planned? Just like by an hour? Your parents are still gone, yeah?" Chrissy asked, her blue eyes looking apologetic, but a sweet smile on her lips.

Y/N groaned, that was an hour less she got to spend time with her girlfriend. And with her parents gone, she and Chrissy had quite the night planned.

"Yeah that's fine Chris, but I might start without you if you keep me waiting." Y/N winked, pecking Chrissy's cheek as she walked away. Making sure she swayed her hips a little extra to tease the poor cheerleader.

"HEY! NO" Chrissy shouted after her. Y/N looked over her shoulder to see Chrissy against the locker, a pout on her face.

Y/N smirked and blew her a kiss.

~~~

Chrissy wasn't paying any attention to Eddie and she felt horrible. She tried so hard to teach the boy the lesson but her head was stuck on the idea of her girlfriend touching herself. Y/N didn't have patience when she got horny. It was either help her when she asked or she would it herself and make Chrissy watch. And Chrissy did not want to just watch.

"Okay Eddie, I really need to go," she said quickly, standing up and collecting all her books.

"but you said until six, that's still half an hour," Eddie said confused, he needed the help but also wanted to spend time with her.

Chrissy looked at his sad eyes and felt the guilt on her shoulders.

"You're right. Let's try again but I really need to leave at six."

Eddie nodded and smiled as she sat back down.

~~~

Chrissy was panicking, Eddie offered to drive her but his van didn't seem to want to do the work.

"Eddie, I can just call someone," Chrissy suggested, Eddie continued to look under the hood of his van.

The clock is getting extremely close to ten minutes after six. She had until six-thirty to get to her girlfriends or her night would be miserable.

"It's okay! It's working" Eddie cheered.

They both got in the car, Chrissy telling him the directions to Y/N's house.

"Are you two having a sleepover?" Eddie asked turning out of the school parking lot.

"yeah, something like that," Chrissy said, playing with her fingers as she stared at the tiny watch on Eddie's wrist.

"Oh, that's fun. What type of girly things are you guys going to do? Paint each other's nails and talk about boys?" Eddie laughed.

"We don't really care to talk about boys" Chrissy joked, she knew that Eddie had no idea Y/N was her girlfriend and sadly it wasn't something Chrissy could come out and say whenever she wanted.

"Are you and Jason going to get back together? I know he's been talking about it." Eddie said, trying to dig for information for himself.

"Absolutely not. Done with him" Chrissy snapped, even his name made her blood boil. She can't believe she was that dumb to like him, even love him.

That relationship taught her many things and the main thing was that the way he treated her was nothing compared to what Y/N offers. Chrissy thought relationships were one-sided, she felt she had to deserve sweet things like flowers and dates. She thought there was nothing anyone would love about her once they got past the cheerleading exterior. But Y/N showed her so much more than that. Chrissy learned to love parts of herself she didn't think was possible.

And now thinking about her just made Chrissy want to be with her even more.

"Okay well, you are here and right on time!" Eddie cheered, Chrissy smiled and yanked off her seat buckle. She was getting ready to tear open the door when Eddie touched her arm.

"Can I ask you something? I'm sure Y/N won't care, it'll just be a minute."

Chrissy went back and forth in her head. A minute wasn't long, but a minute in Y/N's world was a minute too long.

As Chrissy battled in her head, Eddie used it as an opportunity to speak.

"Would you want to go on a date this weekend? Go see a movie at the theater?" Eddie suggested.

Chrissy didn't want to ever hear him ask that question, because now she had to reject him and hurt his feelings.

"I'm not looking for anything like that, I'd just like to be friends." She said, finally making her way out of the car.

She didn't bother to hear his response, racing into Y/N's house.

"I'M HERE. I AM SO SORRY." She yelled, running up the stairs and heading for the bedroom.

"You are late, princess," Y/N smirked from her spot on the bed. From what Chrissy could tell, she hasn't started without her. Fully clothed, flipping through a magazine as she laid on her stomach.

"Just by a little," Chrissy whined. Y/N's eyebrow quirked up at the sound of Chrissy's whining.

"Well, I already knew you would be late, I finished like ten minutes ago." Y/N shrugged, no regret on her face.

"That's not fair! You didn't give me a chance. What if I did show up on time? " Chrissy argued, crossing her arms. Her attitude was revealing, another thing Y/N didn't like.

"Well you didn't so we don't have to play that game." Chrissy was growing annoyed at Y/N's responses.

"Well, do you even want me here? I mean Jesus, I might as well stayed with Eddie." Chrissy snapped. Y/N's eyes hardened in seconds, the magazine being tossed to the floor.

"Oh? Is Eddie worth more of your time?" Y/N tested, slowly rising up on the bed, and kneeling on her knees as her challenge hung in the air.

"No," Chrissy said immediately, the anticipation of what Y/N could be thinking was making Chrissy clench her thighs.

"No, no. I don't think that's what you said." Y/N clicked her tongue, moving off of her bed to stand. Walking slowly to Chrissy's nervous frame.

"I didn't mean it." Chrissy gulped hard, her eyes watching Y/N's every move.

"So are we just saying things we don't mean for fun? Let me try, I wasn't planning on you fucking me. I planned to fuck you like the cock slut you are." Y/N mocked, turning her head to the side to show fake pity.

Chrissy moaned at her words. Already feeling a wet patch growing in her underwear. "Will you, please?" Chrissy begged.

Y/N laughed at the girl, shaking her head as she cupped Chrissy's jaw. "I didn't mean it."

Chrissy felt like she could cry. She was so turned on, so desperate, and she felt stuck. She wasn't sure what the right answer was.

"I'm sorry. Please, I want to be good." Chrissy pleaded, slowly dropping down to her knees as she looked up through her eyelashes.

"Yeah? Tell me, did he make a move on you?" Y/N asked, her touch returning to Chrissy's jaw. Holding her head in place.

"Um yes ma'am, he asked me out on a date." Chrissy squeaked out. Trying to keep her breath steady when Y/N's touch squeezed her jaw.

Y/N smirked, a chuckle leaving her lips. "Not surprised, where to? Where did he think he was going to take my pretty girl to?"

"Movies." Chrissy replied, keeping it short and straight to the point.

Y/N felt the jealousy burning through her veins. Imagines of Eddie's slimy hands working their way under Chrissy's skirt in a dark theater. She knew exactly what Eddie wanted.

"Strip and get on the bed " Y/N demanded. Stepping back to give the girl space to stand.

Chrissy nodded immediately, rising to her feet and yanking off her cheerleading uniform. Hickeys from past nights lingered around her upper thighs. Y/N licked her lips as Chrissy removed her bra, her small tits bare to the cold air. Her nipples hardened immediately. Chrissy took off her underwear, walking past her girlfriend as she made it to the bed.

"Such a good girl. Lay on your back and show me your pretty pussy." Y/N ordered, feeling herself grow aroused as Chrissy's legs spread open. Wetness sliding down on to the sheets below.

Chrissy felt shy underneath her girlfriend's stare but knew better than to hide herself away. Allowing Y/N to soak her in.

She watched as Y/N reached under her bed, grabbing out Chrissy's favorite strap. Chrissy clenched at the sight of it. Always loving the way Y/N fucked her with her cock.

Y/N removed her clothes, standing naked as she called Chrissy up with her finger. "You want my cock? Get it ready."

Chrissy nodded, sitting up and putting the strap on her girlfriend. Pressing soft kisses to her stomach as she strapped it on Y/N.

Leaning back once it was on. Watching as Y/N lubed up her cock, Chrissy could feel herself throbbing.

"God you are so fucking hot." Chrissy purred.

"I'm going to ruin your pretty pussy." Y/N practically growled, Chrissy barely had time to react before the tip of Y/N's cock was sliding into her.

"Oh my god, you are so fucking big." Chrissy whined. She could feel her walls stretching open to take in her girlfriend's cock.

"Way bigger than that freak will ever be." Y/N said, using her hands to hold on to Chrissy's hips, pushing herself fully into Chrissy's cunt.

Chrissy screamed as Y/N didn't bother to be gentle. The second her cock was fully in, she was sliding it back out. Just to pound into Chrissy all over again. A fast pace, hitting every part of Chrissy's cunt, and hitting it hard.

"I...fuck...I" Chrissy tried to speak but everything came out in broken moans. Y/N would never admit it, but Chrissy knew she loved claiming her more than anything. Something Y/N couldn't ever do unless it was within an empty room. Whenever she had the chance to remind Chrissy exactly why Y/N will always be the best Chrissy has ever had, she proved her point until Chrissy was sore and her cunt was used until it quit.

"Should I go slower so you can get your pathetic words out?" Y/N teased, changing her pace to go slower. Sliding in and out of Chrissy's cunt, her wetness covered Y/N' cock. Y/N could see how wet her cock was when she pulled out, leaving just the tip in.

"No, no. Alllllll." Chrissy moaned, trying to push her hips to take in Y/N's cock.

"But you can't even speak. How embarrassing for you. I slow down to help you out but all you want is to be stuffed full of my cock. Chrissy felt embarrassed by Y/N's words but she couldn't deny how close she was just from the words alone.

Y/N took pity on her, pushing her hips against Chrissy's and burying her cock all the way in. "I know exactly why he wanted to go to a movie theater."

Chrissy could hear her girlfriend's voice, but her brain wasn't comprehending any of it. Just the sound waves hitting her ears. The feeling of Y/N's cock deep in her, and the slow circles Y/N began to rub on her clit. She was seeing stars, shapes, she couldn't tell if her eyes were open or not.

"Bet he wanted it to be nice and dark," Chrissy gasped as Y/N did one hard thrust. "So no one could see when his hand slipped up your thigh," another hard thrust. The circles on Chrissy's clit went faster. "I bet he'd tease your slutty hole, tease those pretty lips before using one finger to feel how wet you are." Another hard thrust, the orgasm was building in Chrissy's stomach.

"Probably thinks he'd know just how to finger you, hit the right spot," she grunted, hitting the exact spot that made Chrissy scream. "Like that? He would think it would be so easy to make you fall apart. He doesn't know anything."

"Close." Chrissy managed to get out. Her fingers scratching down Y/N's back. Hooking her legs together around Y/N's waist, keeping her locked against her.

"Yeah? You gonna be my good girl and cum? Soak my cock? Isn't this so much better than being with him?" Y/N mocked, her tone was harsh and demanding, something Chrissy loved hearing. Loved being put in her place, loved being fucked when she was wrong.

"God, yes! So.... much better. Love... when ....shit shit...you fuck me." Chrissy panted. Y/N admired the way Chrissy's tits bounced with every thrust. The way her mouth opened when Y/N pinched her clit. The way Chrissy's hand moved down their bodies, her fingertips holding herself open as Y/N pounded into her.

Y/N rubbed Chrissy's clit faster, bringing her closer to her orgasm. Using her free hand to trail up to Chrissy's neck. Wrapping her hand around her throat, the vibrations of Chrissy's moans hitting her hand.

"Cum for me." Y/N demanded, tightening her grip on Chrissy's throat, rubbing her clit as fast as she could while keeping it in a rhythm. Chrissy squeaked as she rocked her hips into Y/N. Moaning and screaming as she felt herself clench around Y/N's cock.

"Right there, yes, yes, fuckkkkk" Chrissy panted as she came. Squirting all over Y/N's cock and fingers. Soaking the sheets below. Feeling her own body being covered in herself. Her skin turned red, knowing the mess she made.

"Oh look at that." Y/N teased, slowly removing her cock, using the tip to collect more of the mess Chrissy made and pushing it back in. She loved the way Chrissy's cunt kept trying to push her back out.

"Such a mess you made. Making a mess of my cock, of my sheets, and even yourself." Y/N continued to tease. Removing the strap completely, stepping back to take Chrissy's used body melting into the sheets.

No man had anything on her.

[sulky-valkyrie]

[ AWAKE ]:     the sender, unable to sleep, gets up to go for a walk, and finds that the receiver is also unable to sleep for Warden Anders and Warden Carver. What do you mean that doesn't make sense? I'm putting them in the same timeline you can't stop me

happy Friday! It's not romantic because they didn't feel like kissing, but here's some Warden!Carver in Vigil's Peak bonding with Anders somewhat against his will for @dadrunkwriting

Carver couldn’t sleep.  It hadn’t been a problem when he’d been walking miles every day across Ferelden; the exhaustion and worry had been enough to knock him out most nights, but now, when he wasn’t in fear of his life and had joined the order properly, he never could seem to get tired enough to fall into bed.  Either the darkspawn dreams woke him, or he stared at the ceiling for hours.  He’d taken to patrolling at night just for something to do.  Other Wardens seemed to have the same issue, and more often than not, they’d nod as he passed, lost in their own thoughts, or treating their sleeplessness with questionable remedies and variable results.

It was an unspoken rule that they didn’t talk about it.  Not during, and not after.

But, of course, there was always one.

"Fancy meeting you here."

Carver stifled a groan, then shrugged.  “Oh?”  

Anders stepped out of the shadows and sighed.  "You're supposed to say something witty.  Joke about the decor, pretend we’re in some grand fete, or something.  Or just insult me."

"What would be the point?" he asked gruffly, praying he’d get bored and find someone else to bother.  “You’d run circles around me no matter what I say.”

He cocked his head, like one of those strange water birds.  Maker knew he was tall enough, and, with the feathered pauldrons he’d taken to wearing, the resemblance was increasing every day.  “Is that a mage pun?”

Carver groaned inwardly.  “Not on purpose, and this is exactly what I mean.”

“You’ll never get better if you don’t try,” Anders said, voice somehow both encouraging and condescending.  “Why, when I was at the Pearl, we had all kinds of first timers there.  Education and thrills, all at once!  So try it, yeah?”  He beckoned at him with both hands then patted his chest, like he was trying to provoke a fight.  “Hit me with your best shot, big boy”

Did he ever shut up? It was like being stuck with Garrett again, only Anders wasn’t shouting.  Come to think of it, he never raised his voice, except in a fight, and even then, it wasn’t loud so much as it carried. A spell perhaps?  Regardless, no matter how annoyed he was, no matter how many gibes and jabs he threw out, they were never shouted.

Was it a Circle thing?  Wynne hadn’t spoken more than a dozen sharp words in the entire year she’d been with them, and nearly all of those had been directed at the dog.  Velanna and Morrigan were both strident and opinionated, but they’d grown up as far from the Circle and Templars as was humanly (elvenly?) possible.  Bethany had never been loud, even before her magic manifested; who could be, compared to Garrett?  And afterward, she’d tried to make herself as small and quiet and unnoticeable as possible.  

“You know a lot of apostates?” he asked, refusing to rise to the bait.

Anders pursed his lips in irritation.  “Other than being one?”

“You’re a Circle mage,” Carver sighed.  “You got out, but you’re still -”

“What, just a, just a fucking a pet?” he snarled, voice raised for the first time Carver had ever heard, then danced a tiny jig before taking a scornful bow.  “A bird singing a little tune, throwing pretty little lights for the amusement of all the rabble who’d rather see us dead than let us have a singly bloody moment of sunshine and peace?”

Carver took a shocked step backward.  “What?  No, my sister’s an apostate!  My –” don’t think about Morrigan “– father made himself one!”  He pointed toward the barracks. “Look at Velanna, for the Maker’s sake!  But you’re the only one who’s been both.”

Anders froze mid-tirade, all puffed up and indignant, then let a breath out, deflating against the wall.  "And?" He asked warily.  

Why had he asked that?  “Forget it.”

“You can’t - you can’t just throw that at me and not mean anything by it,” Anders retorted.

Carver glanced away.  “Bethany was – is a mage.  We had to move a lot.  After she threw someone into a tree.  And after she accidentally iced the mayor’s – it doesn’t matter.  She did her best to hide it, and Father did his best to teach her, but… there were mistakes.  A lot of them.  I’d be furious we’d need to uproot our lives again and Bethy’d cry and feel so guilty about it.”  He wiped his eyes; damn things always seemed to get dust in them or something whenever he talked about her.  “I just… it was hard.  I want to – I guess I want to make sure it was worth it.”

Anders’ sour expression melted into concern, then sympathy.  He pushed himself off the floor and rolled up his sleeves to hold them out in front of him.  “You tell me.”

At first, in the dim lamp light, Carver wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be looking for.  It’s just an arm.  A pair of them.  Certainly, the pattern of the shadows looked strange but - wait.  He squinted down at them as a sickening realization began to dawn.  “Is - are those manacle scars?”  He knew the answer already but still prayed there was another explanation.  The deserters at Ostagar had the same marks, but how could a mage get them?  Not just a mage, but a spirit healer?  Anders had damn near brought people back from the dead, Carver included; how could he have ever let something like that go… unaddressed?

“Unsupervised magic is discouraged in the Kinloch,” he said flatly.  “Forbidden among apprentices.  Learning to control powers you barely understand with a faceless suit of armor that you know has the authority to kill you for no reason at all standing over you and waiting for you to slip up.”  He tugged his sleeves down.  

“Sometimes, they’re ‘lenient,’” he continued quietly.  “A few nights down in the cells where they keep the maleficar before branding them.  To remind us of our place.  Sometimes, a few nights turns into a few weeks.  If you cast anything when you’re down there, you’re dead.  Doesn’t matter if it’s creation or primal or entropy.  And once it’s healed over, there’s no making it pretty again.”  He took a long slow breath and stepped back.  “So.  You tell me: was it worth it?”

What could he say to that?  How could he possibly convey the terror he felt at the thought of anything like that befalling his sister?  “I –” I’m sorry could never be adequate, and Carver had never been eloquent enough to manage anything more than the most banal of platitudes.  He met Anders’ eyes.  “How can we stop them from doing it to anyone else?”